A Quote by Joel Benton

Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon's silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play. — © Joel Benton
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite, All are on their rounds tonight; In the wan moon's silver ray, Thrives their helter-skelter play.
'Helter-Skelter' was the motive for the murders. Manson borrowed that term from a Beatles song on the 'White Album.' In England, helter-skelter is a playground ride. To Manson, helter-skelter meant a war between whites and blacks that the Beatles were in favor of.
Usually for the last play, everyone goes helter-skelter. They go to the wrong spots. They don't do the right thing.
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
Perfectly ordered disorder designed with a helter-skelter magnificence.
Execution halts your breath, helter skelter spiral death.
I've always been interested in violence, even as a teenager. I loved 'Helter Skelter' and books like that.
Truth is a rough, honest, helter-skelter terrier that none like to see brought into their drawing rooms.
I didn't need the elf outfit to play an elf; I could just play an elf.
I always liked that about bands like the Beatles. They could be so touching at one moment and then 'Helter Skelter' the next.
The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.
I know that this operation will be sort of helter-skelter. But the First Marine Division is going to win the war by landing at Inchon.
Tonight the sky was utterly black. Perhaps there was no moon tonight—a lunar eclipse, a new moon. A new moon. I shivered, though I wasn't cold.
I had this song called Helter Skelter, which is just a ridiculous song. So we did it like that, 'cuz I like noise.
I've consumed true crime since first discovering 'Helter Skelter' by Vincent Bugliosi in a used bookstore at age 9 or 10 and staring in fascination and horror at the crime-scene photos in the middle.
I used to do things like white-water rafting, trekking and horse-riding safaris. Recently, though, I had the humiliation of having to turn away from a helter skelter. It's a very strange thing when you hit a certain age.
In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.
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