I'm a sharing person. I share more of myself here because this is home for me. Before I started therapy this was my therapy. Pressure burst pipes, arteries and veins you have to get that shit out. My 1st session was like me letting the flood gates up. I was all over the place, crying n shit but I felt so much lighter after. Not sure on what your thoughts are about therapy but its good to have an impartial person to speak to.

Peace to the village and honor to the ancestors. ABIBIFAHODIE!!! HAPPY BLACK LOVE DAY!!! LIVE IN PEACE!!!

Tubes. These things give you a warm fuzzy feeling in your belly, and make you smile like cute bunny rabbits. Warm, rich, natural sounding are a few words we use to describe the sound in Pro Audio. They add pleasing (subtle) harmonic distortion to music, and recorded instruments which is why we use them to this day in the studio. They add depth and dimensionality to our sound... Plus they're cool to look at. If you ever get a chance to listen to your favorite music through a good tube preamp/amplifer take some time, and do it. It can be theraputic, and you may hear things in that music that you never heard before. Blessings!

Grand Rising and Power Through Peace, Family!

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The Slave Auction
BY FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER
The sale began—young girls were there,
Defenseless in their wretchedness,
Whose stifled sobs of deep despair
Revealed their anguish and distress.

And mothers stood, with streaming eyes,
And saw their dearest children sold;
Unheeded rose their bitter cries,
While tyrants bartered them for gold.

And woman, with her love and truth—
For these in sable forms may dwell—
Gazed on the husband of her youth,
With anguish none may paint or tell.

And men, whose sole crime was their hue,
The impress of their Maker’s hand,
And frail and shrinking children too,
Were gathered in that mournful band.

Ye who have laid your loved to rest,
And wept above their lifeless clay,
Know not the anguish of that breast,
Whose loved are rudely torn away.

Ye may not know how desolate
Are bosoms rudely forced to part,
And how a dull and heavy weight
Will press the life-drops from the heart.