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When you live on the tip of Long Island…yep
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Sentimentality, the ostentatious parading of excessive and spurious emotion, is the mark of dishonesty, the inability to feel; the wet eyes of the sentimentalist betray his aversion to experience, his fear of life, his arid heart, and it is always, therefore, the signal of secret and violent inhumanity, the mask of cruelty. —
James Baldwin. [1949] 1984. ‘Everybody’s Protest Novel.’ in Notes of a Native Son. Beacon Press: p. 14.
The great statement on white ([wo]men’s) tears.
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Saturday, May 26, 2012
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Summer. Summer dances. Summer dances in you. With you. Through you. Take it. move. Walk the beat. Feel the flow. Dance. Dance with you. In you. For you. Summer dances.
Aquarius
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