tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50385969818292003442024-03-13T09:39:00.776-07:00Akorede AlephKommytila's Notebook: Manuscript Pageskommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-54922091507237052892018-04-14T01:39:00.001-07:002018-04-14T01:47:07.890-07:00Page 42: Some Writer's Feelings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<blockquote>
A thing whence there was none.<br />
Boom.<br />
New.</blockquote>
I was writing a book but from the lines above you can see why I stopped writing. With a book's length of words written, I still feel like the story is not properly written. The book is about how in a twisted way, I think zero is equal to infinity.<br />
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Some friends from childhood meet over a long weekend at the main character's house in Banana Island. The main character's name is Akorede. He records the events of the weekend.</div>
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The plan is to sneak pure mathematics, philosophy, theology and basic human ignorance in the middle to prove that zero is equal to infinity.<br />
This book was practically writing itself at the beginning, 6 years later I'm here writing this post.<br />
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The first three lines are not in the book... </div>
...yet.<br />
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-55385994528727531562015-07-04T00:27:00.000-07:002015-07-07T09:38:54.903-07:00Page 1: Falsified Truths<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Alegreya; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What is to be said is simple, but my brain holds my tongue that my mouth may not speak. So I write.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Alegreya; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A certain fact about myself should be that I write as I see fit. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Alegreya; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Alegreya; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Known truth as I know it, is that what I know as true can be manipulated for the pleasing of the listener, reader, writer or the speaker perhaps all of the above.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Alegreya; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Which means what is understood as truth may very well be a different interpretation of what it truly means. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Alegreya; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Then the difference between the truth and what is false seem minute. All of this and more makes me decide against writing, but to speak and question what is, before I then put words to paper in order to give answers to unasked questions. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-family: Alegreya;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Akorede Aleph is or is not Adekanmi Obasa, Is this true or is this false?</span></span></div>
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-35699139265073794052015-05-20T13:25:00.000-07:002015-05-20T13:25:52.160-07:00Page 6: Unfortunately<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Unfortunately here I am, and there you are,<br />
5 years and 6000 miles apart.<br />
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Gone are the days of us being one,<br />
Gone are the moments we spent together.<br />
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What we share, we both know.<br />
What it would have been we'll never know.<br />
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Love, lust, infatuation,<br />
Whatever it was, it's gone now.<br />
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My old lady I wish I had a way to explain,<br />
I wish I had a way to say, it is not as it seems,<br />
or better yet it is not what it looks like,<br />
but madame it is just as it seems.<br />
<br />
Farewell.<br />
<br /></div>
kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-82275466149835797632015-03-21T09:09:00.000-07:002015-03-21T09:09:22.862-07:00Page 712: Somewhere In Jordan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Somewhere in Jordan, a part of my soul rests.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I found refuge in a place so foreign and exotic.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Captured by a replica of Aphrodite or maybe Cleopatra.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i><i>My heart still longs for what could have been, had it remained in Jordan.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>The Dead Sea</b><i> was where my rested soul was last seen, floating around with no possibility of sinking and drowning.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As incomplete as my words are,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So my decisions are,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As incomplete as our relationship was,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So did I wish all your relationships to be like ‘til I find my way floating back into the Jordan again.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But your heart was as hard as rock, even Joshua cannot make the walls of your heart towards me crumble.</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i><em style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #141412; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: start;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; text-decoration: underline;">Sh</span>‘lam le<span style="box-sizing: border-box; text-decoration: underline;">k</span>! PETRA</em></span></div>
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-41001625696651219722014-11-19T09:07:00.002-08:002015-03-21T09:10:12.274-07:00Page 10: Ambition Vs Simplicity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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In a house(H) with a simple human(Ω) and an ambitious human(∂).<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">What are the possible outcomes of their known characteristics. </span><br />
Can H<span class="Apple-style-span"> be successfully simple and ambitious?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">Will </span>∂<span class="Apple-style-span"> limit </span>∂<span class="Apple-style-span">'s ambition coexisting with simplicity, in this case </span>Ω<span class="Apple-style-span">?</span><br />
<b><i><br /></i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Using Logic, Addition, Subtraction, equations and what not. Including different kinds of other known forms of reasoning.</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">We can say H - </span></i></b>∂<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> = Less Ambitious</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> (given, </span></i></b>Ω<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> + x = </span></i></b>∂<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">,)</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></i></b><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">or we may be of a different opinion and say</span></b></i><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> </span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> H > </span></b>∂<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> >= </span></b>Ω<br />
<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> (given, </span></i></b>Ω<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> >= H - </span></i></b>∂<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">.)</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></i></b>
<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></i></b>
<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Basically all I am saying is...</span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><br /></span></i></b>
<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">I do not know what I AM SAYING.</span></i></b></div>
kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-39303177123263975832014-04-10T23:36:00.000-07:002014-04-10T23:38:36.472-07:00Page 79: Konfirmed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear Konfirmed, </div>
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The story of us both has been interesting thus far. I remember when the journey started. I believe it was sometime in 2008 possibly 2009.</div>
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Our first Venture was a clothing line. </div>
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Now we are where we are and I hope and pray nothing hinders or stops our progress. </div>
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I know where I want us to be. Surely we will get there.</div>
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This is me signing out for the night. </div>
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Your one true love,</div>
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Adekanmi Obasa.</div>
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<br /></div>
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-79218420572712844922014-03-08T14:25:00.000-08:002014-11-18T11:22:21.413-08:00Page 7: The Honeymoon Phase.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The most annoying woman on the face of the earth.</div>
kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-70106274309011398732014-02-20T11:51:00.002-08:002015-03-21T09:10:12.280-07:00Page 24: Sweetness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
And there is one person, one person who when all things appear to have lost taste and value, she appears and brings flavour and substance into my life.<br />
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Tiny as she is, she makes me smile even when I cannot find a reason to.<br />
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She is so down to earth.<br />
<br />
The previous line can also be taken literally.<br />
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I do not know much about her but for now, she has brought smiles and colour to my cheeks.<br />
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She makes me happy and that is sufficient.</div>
kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-83486540563009821852014-02-17T09:09:00.000-08:002014-11-19T09:09:27.184-08:00Page 11: Crush<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Certainly this is the first time my heart has felt/sensed the other meaning of a crush.<br />
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I feel like the last person on earth.</div>
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-12877555564921281972014-02-15T23:38:00.000-08:002014-02-20T11:52:17.883-08:00page 27b: 6 Degrees Of Manipulation.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Clearly, I cared about her more than I should have.<br />
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Found myself ignoring her calls like a high school girl playing hard to get.<br />
<br />
Looking back at words we exchanged I feel used, manipulated and a lot more.<br />
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Almost as if she has mastered the art of seduction.<br />
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<br />
"The heart cannot choke the mind, when all the blood flows back to itself."<br />
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<br /></div>
kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-2540830508251759932014-02-15T11:20:00.000-08:002014-11-18T11:21:14.643-08:00Page 43: On the table.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Something has changed hasn't it?</div>
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We cannot have reached a brick wall just yet or have we?</div>
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Bored Much?</div>
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I feel like an open book.</div>
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Yet</div>
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You seem far away.</div>
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I know my thoughts, <span style="color: #660000;"><i>they are of you.</i></span></div>
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Whether good or bad, <span style="color: #660000;"><i>they are of you.</i></span></div>
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I get worried thinking you may fall for another and that I may end up not thinking about you.</div>
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-62244621166465467042014-02-14T11:15:00.000-08:002014-11-18T11:15:41.991-08:00Page 62: Moonwalk<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It was not planned, the idea came randomly like an answer to an unasked question. When I leave her apartment, I was not to look back.<br />
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One day, all I saw was her walking away shaking her little ass.</div>
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Back then it didn't mean a thing, I stared at my darling's ass for a little while longer and moonwalked all the way to the door that leads to the exit of the building. </div>
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That was the last time I ever saw her little ass.</div>
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-11441292096518108232014-01-13T07:53:00.000-08:002014-11-19T09:08:40.685-08:00Page 9: Fareedah<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b id="docs-internal-guid-5299d83d-8c4b-1469-98db-b6f3a72c28a2"></b><br />
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-5299d83d-8c4b-1469-98db-b6f3a72c28a2"><span style="font-family: Montaga; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I have heard some people say they seem to be alive in a period of time they think they should not be in." </span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-5299d83d-8c4b-1469-98db-b6f3a72c28a2"><span style="font-family: Montaga; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fareedah once said to me on our way back home. </span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-5299d83d-8c4b-1469-98db-b6f3a72c28a2"><span style="font-family: Montaga; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> “Akorede, I wish I was born in the 1970s.”</span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-5299d83d-8c4b-1469-98db-b6f3a72c28a2"><span style="font-family: Montaga; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I told her </span></b></div>
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-5299d83d-8c4b-1469-98db-b6f3a72c28a2"><span style="font-family: Montaga; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> “I wished I was born during the Renaissance. “</span></b></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<b id="docs-internal-guid-5299d83d-8c4b-1469-98db-b6f3a72c28a2"><span style="font-family: Montaga; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She looked at me like I had just uttered some blasphemy, like my choice was unreal and imaginative. She asked me why I said I wished I was born in the Renaissance.</span></b></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<b id="docs-internal-guid-5299d83d-8c4b-1469-98db-b6f3a72c28a2"><span style="font-family: Montaga; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I told her that I love everything about that era, especially the art from that particular period. </span></b></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;">
<b id="docs-internal-guid-5299d83d-8c4b-1469-98db-b6f3a72c28a2"><span style="font-family: Montaga; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And then she said </span></b></div>
<b id="docs-internal-guid-5299d83d-8c4b-1469-98db-b6f3a72c28a2"><span style="font-family: Montaga; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> “Oh really.” dragging the word "really" for a little longer than necessary. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Montaga; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She does that sometimes, she does that sometimes, </span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Montaga;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Fareedah, I miss her.</span></span></div>
kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-40218877199367674192014-01-10T15:45:00.000-08:002014-01-17T10:57:49.716-08:00Page 2: Full Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
From the first day I laid my eyes on you.<br />
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<li style="text-align: right;"><b><i>THE END⚫🔶</i></b></li>
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<b><i>IRRELEVANT PART</i></b></div>
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<b><i><br /></i></b></div>
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I still feel the same way now and hopefully tomorrow.</div>
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-18676544708947951882013-12-29T20:53:00.000-08:002014-02-20T11:52:17.887-08:00Page 179: Fatima<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Time makes more convert than reason.<br />
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It has been way too long.<br />
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Let's talk.</div>
kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-21057880374362959012013-12-25T09:20:00.000-08:002014-02-20T11:52:17.890-08:00Page 25: Fatima & Tubby<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello Fatima,<br />
<br />
How are you? I hope you and your family are doing great.<br />
It is christmas day. I know you do not celebrate the season and the reason behind the season, but I wish you were here with me so I can show you a little of what it may feel like when we celebrate christmas together as time goes on.<br />
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I miss you, but unfortunately I have not been able to show it. My heart's defense mechanism is active again. The distance is taking a toll on me, but at the same time I am glad you will be here in two weeks or there about, I am excited and cannot wait for you to appear at my door or me at yours.<br />
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We seem to be going through a phase and I am not sure what is happening. Sometimes I feel like you are trying to suppress your feelings for me, other times I find myself doing just that. But then again, I am happy you will be here real soon.<br />
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Hopefully after this letter we will get back to how things were. Talk day and night, about everything and anything. or perhaps move to a better phase.<br />
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I miss you Fatima.<br />
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Your Tubby.</div>
kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-28989217721406010092013-12-09T09:49:00.000-08:002013-12-09T09:49:39.710-08:00Page 209: All day, Every day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have missed talking to you.<br />
We used to talk all day, everyday.<br />
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Today you said you missed talking to me too. You said you woke up thinking to yourself about the same thing. So you decided to message me.<br />
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I became the happiest person on earth that instance.<br />
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I on the other hand think about you all day, everyday<br />
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-76133043257889832422013-11-16T20:15:00.001-08:002014-01-17T10:58:27.652-08:00Page 4: DuduNorth (Kanmi's Perspective On Love.)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Most of the time when I discuss topics as broad as this I end up exaggerating, maybe just a little on the insignificant part. I like to embellish, it’s eh- part of eh- my creative charm. But where to start?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The first thing that comes to mind when I think about Love is the love that can exist between a female and myself. Erotic, and whatever the one is called that relates to marriage. Then again, after thinking about Eros and the other one I’m forced to think about the love of God. After that the love of material things.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Love is love, it is greater than all. I for one think love is temporary, possibly a continuous temporary thing. I doubt I know what that means but there I thought it, so it is. I have loved, stopped loving and loved again. Hell, I doubt I know what love means or what it means to truly love. Well the last part may not be entirely true. To claim to know what love is, is to know not what love is, I believe. To describe it in words is to diminish it’s meaning. There is no end to it, no full stop. It is ever evolving.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I have experienced certain feelings, certain desires that I can try to equate to what the dictionary and those before us have described as love. I have found love in food, in movies, in money, in females, and even in myself. I have fallen in love with haircuts, really with so many things. Even with peoples looks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I have dated more females than I can count with my fingers. If someone were to ask me if I loved any of them my first response would be yes. If I am asked if I still love any of them, I’ll think carefully and then say yes. Where am I going with this? Lets say out of 10 females the answer to the first question is eight out of ten, and to the second question one maybe two. That to me is a drastic change and my answers can question if I truly loved the remaining six or seven from the first question. Which means my perspective of love varies with respect to scenarios, time, people and any other factor that can be pinpointed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">With certainty I can tell you these things about myself that I love to love, I love the feeling love brings, I love to do things out of love for people or things I love.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">For me Love is my main support, it keeps me going. I know if I do not have the capability to love. I die. Hence, to love is to live. Simply because Love is.</span></div>
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-62636756472295987892013-11-14T12:35:00.000-08:002014-01-17T05:21:17.488-08:00Page 39: Want, Need, Crave.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I wanted somebody to want me.<br />
I needed somebody to need me.<br />
I wanted somebody to crave me.<br />
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Now all my prayers have been answered with a great clause.<br />
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Now that I have found someone to call my own, I am faced with trials that may test fate and faith.<br />
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Now there is a hurdle in front of me.<br />
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How do I jump OR leap over it?<br />
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How do I explain to one I believe to be my missing rib that the different religions we belong to hinder our progress?<br />
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<b><span style="color: #660000;">HENCE</span></b></div>
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Will we prevail?<br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;">?Which one of us will have to make a huge decision that may affect our </span><span style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;">eternity</span></span></div>
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Will I still have someone who wants me?<br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small; text-align: right;">?Will changing religions make the individual that changes incomplete for the rest of the individuals life</span></div>
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Will I still have someone who craves me?<br />
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small; text-align: right;">OR MY FAIR LADY WE WILL LIVE IN THE NOW, THE TODAY AND LET TOMORROW HANDLE ITSELF?</span></div>
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-80218158215120445522013-11-08T04:00:00.000-08:002013-11-14T11:50:24.693-08:00Page 77: Make me feel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here I am, up before the sun thinking about the way you make me feel.<br />
Pretty Winnie you make me feel like I've got emotional diarrhea.<br />
I can not control it.<br />
You make me sing songs in the shower,<br />
You make me take long walks for hours<br />
and all that I think about is when next I'm going to see you.<br />
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Still I have not said how you make me feel,<br />
I can not find the words to say how you me feel.<br />
But I know I like the feeling you bring.<br />
If I could go back to my younger days I would have kept myself innocent for you my darling.<br />
Each moment I think about what kind of future we may have together.<br />
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Sometimes when I'm sitting amongst people or myself I start to blush just thinking about things we talk about.<br />
It is clear. I am yours. I tried to fight it but you have my heart already Winnie and there is nothing I can do about it.<br />
It is... it is clear, it is clear how you make me feel now.<br />
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-79410786718062738612013-10-28T11:43:00.001-07:002013-10-28T22:44:02.128-07:00Page 65: The Last two days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Something has changed, hasn’t it?<br />
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We cannot have reached a brick wall just yet or have we?<br />
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<i><b><span style="color: #660000;">*Bored Much?*</span></b></i><br />
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I feel like an open book already.<br />
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Yet<br />
you seem far away.<br />
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I know my thoughts, they are of you.<br />
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Whether good/bad they are of you.<br />
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You possess my mind day and night.<br />
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I get worried thinking you may fall for another and also that I may end up not thinking about you.<br />
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-17448841379229374602013-10-25T19:39:00.000-07:002013-11-18T19:45:43.704-08:00Page 33: Love, Love.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Each second of every minute.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Every moment and every period.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Day by Day and the next.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When you find a second, minute, moment, period and day to think about the one you call <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: xx-small;">love.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Know the one you call <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: xx-small;">love.</span> is thinking about the one that calls <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: xx-small;">love, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: xx-small;">love.</span></span></div>
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kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-32583144568250451292013-10-24T15:30:00.000-07:002013-12-09T09:56:20.620-08:00Page 17: Arousal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Although my aim is to understand love, I suffer to think of the people to whom I gave my heart.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I see that those who touched my heart, failed to arouse my body,</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">and those who aroused my body failed to touch my heart.</span></div>
kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-58703630106589007802013-10-24T15:29:00.000-07:002013-10-24T15:29:33.003-07:00Page 13: Let it be.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As at the time I was to question myself about you.<br />
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You indeed had me not in your mind.<br />
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All of me likes you not this very moment.<br />
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For if indeed you like and acknowledge me,<br />
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Make me like you again.<br />
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If after this very moment you leave things the way they are,<br />
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And say let it be so.<br />
So shall it be.<br />
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These are my words to you.</div>
kommytilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16366217099181175632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5038596981829200344.post-25860490206066268502013-10-22T15:03:00.000-07:002013-11-18T19:44:20.899-08:00Page 22: From my heart, to your heart my dear<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<blockquote>
Out here in the open trying to find love.<br />
That's what I choose to believe<br />
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But I'm hiding in the shadows of heartbreak and shyness.<br />
Whispering, and using all the sign languages__those before created__to call love over.<br />
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Why exactly do I want love?<br />
Maybe there is a hole I believe only Love can fill.<br />
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Love, please come and find me, before I aggressively go out searching for you.<br />
That I have done time and time without number. Just to end up tired, frustrated, exhausted from the search. <br />
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- My heart. To yours my dear.</div>
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