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Subject: The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!
Body: This morning I woke up invigorated and charged with the sort of energy that might only come to someone waking up in a city surrounded by fire. I felt alive and every instrument ever whistled by the wind surged symphonically through me. I knew that today, whether by nature or by will, I would be forced to reckon with what water could not quench.

The fire that burns in me is labeled poetry and music. Men in uniform have tried to put it out. But every now and then, I blaze through hearts at nature’s whim…

how clouds of ash
so easily shade
gray clouds of doubt...

I’ve decided to put my new record out.

In hopes of quenching fires...

The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust!

Written and Performed by Saul Williams
Produced by Trent Reznor
Mixed by Alan Moulder

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"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
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The Afterlife, by Billy Collins

They're moving off in all imaginable directions,
each according to his own private belief,
and this is the secret that silent Lazarus would not reveal:
that everyone is right, as it turns out.
you go to the place you always thought you would go,
the place you kept lit in an alcove in your head.

Some are being shot into a funnel of flashing colors
into a zone of light, white as a January sun.
Others are standing naked before a forbidding judge who sits
with a golden ladder on one side, a coal chute on the other.

Some have already joined the celestial choir
and are singing as if they have been doing this forever,
while the less inventive find themselves stuck
in a big air conditioned room full of food and chorus girls.

Some are approaching the apartment of the female God,
a woman in her forties with short wiry hair
and glasses hanging from her neck by a string.
With one eye she regards the dead through a hole in her door.

There are those who are squeezing into the bodies
of animals--eagles and leopards--and one trying on
the skin of a monkey like a tight suit,
ready to begin another life in a more simple key,

while others float off into some benign vagueness,
little units of energy heading for the ultimate elsewhere.

There are even a few classicists being led to an underworld
by a mythological creature with a beard and hooves.
He will bring them to the mouth of the furious cave
guarded over by Edith Hamilton and her three-headed dog.

The rest just lie on their backs in their coffins
wishing they could return so they could learn Italian
or see the pyramids, or play some golf in a light rain.
They wish they could wake in the morning like you
and stand at a window examining the winter trees,
every branch traced with the ghost writing of snow.
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Oh, hey, yea. No biggie or anything, but see where the "pit" is? That's where David, Cait, and I will be sitting and watching Bright Eyes and Gillian Welch on Thursday evening. BOO YEA, GRANDMA.
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May 2: The intense Scorpio Full Moon at 6:09 am EDT represents a culmination of an emotional cycle. Our feelings are stronger and our dreams are more real. The best application of this Full Moon is to delve into the tough issues, even if we are afraid of what we cannot see lurking in the shadows.
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This is a real TITLE of a book, published in 1959.

"America the vincible. A brief inquiry, written with much anxiety and some anger, dealing with matters of foreign policy, seeking probable sources of our peril and causes of our fears, as well as the suggestion of possible ways by which we might, while enduring the stern trial, hold hope, tempered by reason, to live in freedom more profound & peace less precarious." Hughes, Emmet John
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