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LaurenAT Posted 7 years, 11 months ago.   Favorite
I am so glad you are getting responses to these writings of yours. They are so worthy of reading.
I'm feeling some kind of way. I guess it's going to be strange feeling like I am sharing you. But you are SO WORTH IT TO SO MANY.
I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER. YOU ARE IN MY HEART AND SOUL.
ETERNALLY YOURS
ZAHRA

Robert Pezzeca Posted 7 years, 11 months ago.   Favorite
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LaurenAT Posted 7 years, 11 months ago.   Favorite
This is dark. As so many of your writings are. I get it and I even feel a lot of it too.
You are my love, light, heart. I need to know that you are aware of my love for you and how deep it truly is.
There are so many more to read and to respond to. So little time.
Yours,
Zahra

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LaurenAT Posted 7 years, 11 months ago.   Favorite
In response to this, I LOVE YOU

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LaurenAT Posted 7 years, 11 months ago.   Favorite
Hi My Love,
I see what you see. I share this feeling with you. It isn't easy being so stinking tired I am not even able to sleep. I miss you so much. I think about you and us so often. It consumes me. I am so looking forward to the next time I can touch you and be touched by you if only for that fleeting moment we get to hug and kiss that never seems to last even close to long enough for me. Haven't been on here in quite some time, as you are aware of. I just got my login information and I am borrowing, actually on someone elses PC. I wouldn't want to do this responding ion my cellphone. What a pain in the ass that would be. I love you.

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Julia Posted 7 years, 11 months ago.   Favorite
Greetings Mr. Antoine,
nice to hear from you again. Funny that the Circle just was on tv. Do they just repeat one film for a certain time? The scene you describe, the chased "criminal" is a "criminal" because he wants privacy, and privacy is theft in this dystopian future.
Well, fingers crossed for your next parole meeting!
Considering the mixing of languages, I mostly do that when speaking to other Germans in the Netherlands, some Dutch word of expression will sneak in easily. But this almost 50% switching I observe here (western Europe) doing second or third generation Turkish or Arabic folks do. It's fascinating to me. I've not yet dared to ask people how it works, it's a bit rude to ask, but I'm curious.
Well French - it does sound beautiful, and you can play with that language. It's a bit dramatic, and it's poetic.
Yes, the Bible is written in several languages, but still, even if you knew Hebrew, because in that language there are no consonants, there still is discussion about the meaning of several words. But isn't that also a positive thing? That you have to wrestle with the texts and their meaning?
Have a good day, Antoine!
Greetings, Julia

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Julia Posted 7 years, 11 months ago.   Favorite
I hear all of these brothas in THE VENT right now, venting frustrations, solving problems the world around, uplifting God and denouncing Satan, balancing mental competence with insanity, sharpening evil, falling in love with pen pals, admiring milestones and achievements of those close to heart, exercising that hate the brotha spoke of, treading water in an ocean of misery, deciding to live through these incomprehensible circumstances, educating the minds that had their growth purposefully stunted, awakening a love, for kin and kind.

I can hear them breaking, "We, in THE VENT ALL DAY," "We in THE VENT right now," taking on a great responsibility working loose that filter from our perception—or how the world has been led to perceive a condemned man. They think we are all a bunch of hallucinogenic Charles Mansons or Grim Sleepers, so that society doesn't realize that the majority of the criminal element (or those convicted of crimes housed on death row) are the less fortunate who have felt the greatest psychological effect of the evil it took to build this great nation that we inhabit.

From the near extermination of the Native Americans, to the enslavement of the African man, woman, and child, we are the seeds of those loins that the Willie Lynch Letters prophesied "would be broken for generations yet to come." This is the psychological effect of oppression that, along with Stockholm Syndrome, have only caused our brothas to identify with our oppressor. Brothas have begun to mimic their oppressors. Now brothas have been brought so low that they justify the methods of oppression as being not only tolerable but acceptable in association with monetary gain.

The average man on this row is the subject of all those "ISMs" that the brotha listed, turned inward, attempting to write in the confines of our ghettos, only to be stagnated in great numbers.

See, the sick puppies are sick puppies. Ain't nothing we can do about that. We can't put a man back inside the womb and rewire him. The elements that damaged the proverbial sick puppy are beyond our explanation, and those are questions to be answered by scientists and psychologists.

The elements that brought the black man to his knees are elements we all can identify with (racism, white supremacy), and the problems that are depleting our ghettos of its soldiers can be directly attributed to that specific mental illness. It's funny how they can diagnose everything else except white supremacy as a mental illness that it is.

Just thinking about this metaphorically got me in THE VENT right now. Keep on doing what you are doing, bro. My mind and my heart are always here for you. I'll dip my pen in the ink of my blood any time you need the world to hear my heart bled. Suwhoop business.

Respectfully, forever so strong, I shall always remain.

—Negasi Kamara (Squabbles)

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