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“But part, while you can part friends. Bury the carcass of friendship: it is not worth embalming.”
William Hazlitt, On The Conduct of Life, 1822.

Lesley Gore — You Don’t Own Me:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhHDUZ1vCU4

“I spelt my vision with a hand and hair,
How light the sleeping on this soily star,
How deep the waking in the worlded clouds.
There grows the hours’ ladder to the sun,
Each rung a love or losing to the last,
The inches monkeyed by the blood of man.
An old, mad man still climbing in his ghost,
My fathers’ ghost is climbing in the rain.”
Dylan Thomas, I Fellowed Sleep, 1934.

Covenant — Stalker:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhnGzIHtp5c

“The social revolution of the nineteenth century cannot take its poetry from the past but only from the future. It cannot begin with itself before it has stripped away all superstition about the past. The former revolutions required recollections of past world history in order to smother their own content. The revolution of the nineteenth century must let the dead bury their dead in order to arrive at its own content. There the phrase went beyond the content — here the content goes beyond the phrase.”
Marx and Engels, The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte, Part I, 1852.

Unlike Pluto feat. Joanna Jones — No Scrubs:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voJ4QVgBbGQ

“Cynicism is the only form in which base souls touch upon that thing which is genuine honesty. And the higher man needs to open his ears to all cynicism, crude or refined, and congratulate himself every time the buffoon speaks up without shame, or the scientific satyr is heard right in front of him. There are even cases where enchantment mixes with disgust.”
Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil: Prelude to a Philosophy of the Future, Part 2 The free spirit, 25.

TLC (K. She’kspere Briggs) — Silly Ho:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5aDMbC2SlxU

“Nay, we must think men are not gods nor of them look for such observances as fit the bridal.” 
William Shakespeare, Othello, Act III, Scene 4, l. 144 [Desdemona].

Sophie Ellis-Bextor — Murder On The Dance Floor:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xn_hRh8AGNk

“Nysus means ‘lame’, and in these beer orgies on the mountain the sacred king seems to have hobbled like a partridge — as in the Canaanite Spring Festival called the Pesach (‘hobbling’ — see 23. 1). But that Macris fed Dionysus on honey, and that the Maenads used ivy-twined fir-branches as thyrsi, records an earlier form of intoxicant: spruce-beer, laced with ivy, and sweetened with mead. Mead was ‘nectar’, brewed from fermented honey, which the gods continued to drink in the Homeric Olympus...
J. E. Harrison, who first pointed out (Prolegomena ch. viii) that Dionysus the Wine-god is a late superimposition on Dionysus the Beer-god also called Sabazius, suggests that tragedy may be derived not from tragos, ‘a goat’, as Virgil suggests (loc. cit.), but from tragos, ‘spelt’ — a grain used in Athens for beer-brewing. She adds that, in early vase-paintings, horse-men, not goat-men, are pictured as Dionysus’s companions; and that his grape basket is, at first, a winnowing fan.”
Robert Graves, The Greek Myths, Vol. One, Chapter 27 Dionysus’s Nature and Deeds, 2-3. 

Samantha takes another offer to kill those who bother some the most.
Moral & monetary rewards flow to her credit, yet free of involvement.
Isabela plans paid escape, for Flemeth shapeshifter to take her place.
Samantha means ‘God heard’; feminine of Samuel & -antha is ‘flower’.