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out n about in nyc

I got so much Korra on my mind!

wed at Dirrt Wave was amazing it’s up on soundcloud now https://m.soundcloud.com/know-wave/dirrt-wave-with-sergio-vega-oct-08-2014

thursday nite was hella fun!!! djayed the after party for Activator’s show JMP (the wilding incident). Mark Holcomb from Periphery rolled thru w the Contortionist. f’n Mark is fam for real!

last nite on dirt wave was hella fun. tonight guesting w my dear friend Jimmy Williams (maximum penalty/the wilding incident) and tomorrow is a new legend of korra episode. 😋🙏

gonna be the guest DJ along side J Dirrt on tonight’s episode of Dirt Wave on know-wave.com. tues 10/8 10pm-midnight EST.

gonna be the guest DJ along side J Dirrt on tonight’s episode of Dirt Wave on know-wave.com. tues 10/8 10pm-midnight EST.

korranation:

Here’s a first look at the villain from our Legend of Korra video game!
And skip to the 11:00 mark during IGN’s Up At Noon vid to find out more about the game and this new character

korranation:

Here’s a first look at the villain from our Legend of Korra video game!

And skip to the 11:00 mark during IGN’s Up At Noon vid to find out more about the game and this new character

So what was slavery really like? Jennifer Hallam writes, “Economic benefit almost always outweighed considerations of family ties for planters, even those who were advocates of long-lasting relationships between slaves.” Rather than being “relatively mild,” slavery relied on brutality and violence, the horrors of which are described in Frances Ellen Watkins Harper’s “Bury Me in a Free Land”:
I could not sleep if I saw the lash
Drinking her blood with each fearful gash,
And I saw her babes torn from her breast,
Like trembling doves from their parent nest.
I’d shudder and start if I heard the bay
Of bloodhounds seizing their human prey,
And I heard the captive plead in vain
As they bound afresh his galling chain.
If I saw young girls from their mother’s arms
Bartered and sold for their youthful charms,
My eye would flash with a mournful flame,
My death-paled cheek grow red with shame.

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