"A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away"

I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again
but that's not unusual
it's just that the moon is full
and you decided to come
And here I sit, hand on the telephone
hearing the voice I'd known
a couple of light years ago
headed straight for a fall
But we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
yes we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
Now I see you standing with brown leaves all around and snow in your hair
Now we're smiling out the window of the crummy hotel over washington square
and then comes that white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
we both could've died then and there
Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
then give me another word for it
you were so good with words
and at keeping things paid
cause I need some of that vagueness now, it's all come back too clearly
yes, I love you dearly
and if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
But we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust
yes we both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust

Herman Goering: "'Of course the people don't want war. But after all, it's the leaders of the country who determine the policy, and it's always a simple matter to drag the people along whether it's a democracy, a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism, and exposing the country to greater danger.'
-- Herman Goering at the Nuremberg trials "

"Song
By Frank Bidart

You know that it is there, lair
where the bear ceases
for a time even to exist.
Crawl in. You have at last killed
enough and eaten enough to be fat
enough to cease for a time to exist.
Crawl in. It takes talent to live at night, and scorning
others you had that talent, but now you sniff
the season when you must cease to exist.
Crawl in. Whatever for good or ill
grows within you needs
you for a time to cease to exist.
It is not raining inside
tonight. You know that it is there. Crawl in."

Gratias tibi ago, domine.
haec credam a deo pio, a deo justo, a deo scito?
cruciatus in crucem
tuus in terra servus, nuntius fui; officium perfeci.
cruciatus in crucem eas in crucem "

"It was an act of cosmic mayhem known as a stellar tidal disruption. It removed any lingering doubt, astronomers said, that the reputation of black holes as star-destroyers is fully deserved."

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell follwed with him.

"Waken we must, or else life is half-lived in a numbness, and its beauty is shrouded in fog. With effort and resolve, we shall live awake and aware, unwilling to lie down and have our lives stolen from us. Our children will be safely off to meadows and streams of good health and creative joy. Our elders will be cared for and loved. Our workers will enjoy the fruits and securities of their labors in the world we are building one vote at a time."

"no sleeping in the house, the bedroom closed,
the kids' rooms too, you only go
to the couch and listen to television voices
calling as if to a lifeboat they don't
know anything about"

Random Name Generator: "The random name generator uses data from the US Census to randomly generate male and female names. Use it for screenplays, fake id's, car rentals, pick-up lines, books, prank calls, movies.
Give a random name to that special someone you meet at the bar.
Yours Truly,
Modesto Leppink"

Book of the Dead
By Garrett Doherty

If you die
look at your clone happy to appear,
always liking vague immortal things.
After you die he talks and talks about you
those who loved you don't talk.
After, the rose of Onlooking will ask more of you,
the constellations shift, transduce a couple hearts.
As soon as you go
a cousin inherits the red-checked mother-of-pearl shirt,
cracks your viola on the way down the stairs,
a little spit to cover it up.
After the christening your relatives are trying
to give away your rocking chairs, cans of pimento, the Knox gelatin
the same ones who sing to your body
Wind blows over what you saw.
In the sage plant a spider blinks for you;
a few paws twitch in the pet psychic's dream.
In the end your mother's hand
slips your umbrella under the wet leaves.
Sarah Strong, once your worst love,
remembers where her hair brush is
now that you're gone.
We'd all love like her if we could
the way she thinks of you once in a while
when she's hungry, in front of the refrigerator,
cool air falling onto her feet.

Elsewhere, experts around the world confirmed that moments after Ms. Jackson's right boob fell out of its housing, Western civilization fell as well.

Dr. Milton Campeaux of the University of Minnesota said that experts were surprised that Ms. Jackson caused Western civilization's long-awaited collapse.

'We all expected a Jackson to do it, but not Janet,' he said.