The Devil doesn’t exist. Satanism is about worshiping yourself because you are responsible for your own good and evil. Christianity’s war against the Devil has always been a fight against mans most natural instincts for sex, for violence, for self gratification and a denial of a man’s membership in the animal kingdom. The idea of Heaven is just Christianity’s way of creating a hell on Earth. -Marilyn Manson
For all the sinners: Oscar Wilde quotes and baroque churches
“Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man’s face. It cannot be concealed. People talk sometimes of secret vices, there are no such things. If a wretched man has a vice, it shows itself in the lines of his mouth, the droop of his eyelids, the moulding of his hands even.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
I did. I broke it...
No. No, you didn’t. Tucker.
Don’t look at me. Look at Grif.
What?! I didn’t break it.
Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
No, it’s not!
If it matters, probably not... Donut was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Church!
Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Sarge.
No. Who broke it?
Sarge, Doc's been awfully quiet…
I broke it. Caboose burned his hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
I’ve been living my life battling unwanted impulses, things I can’t always control. And I’ve questioned it. I’ve wondered about it. I sit up at night and try to figure out how to calm the demons, how to overcome their touch. I don’t know how to be myself, but there’s still a heart in here that wants to outshine those parts of me.