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If music is the voice
of the people, then what they are saying right now is kinda sad, that's just my
opinion.

I mean if we go
decade by decade, each </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>Write love please.</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2014/02/write-love-please.html</link><category>Blogging</category><category>Fear</category><category>james velez</category><category>Love</category><category>Text</category><category>thoughts</category><pubDate>Thu, 20 Feb 2014 21:46:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-3346887308584782575</guid><description>
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“I Heart you”



What the fuck is that? Seriously, why do people write that? Is
writing that a way of saying "I love you"? We all know that most people write “I Heart
you” as in a </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>Random Thought</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2013/04/random-thought.html</link><category>poetry</category><pubDate>Mon, 15 Apr 2013 23:45:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-188141046689580422</guid><description>
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Thinking of the people, 





That have been sold and bought





Racism isn’t hereditary





It is something that is taught.





So the next time you </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>mama dancer!</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2012/02/mama-dancer.html</link><category>Blogging</category><category>books</category><category>Information</category><category>james velez</category><category>life</category><category>opinions</category><category>parenting</category><category>scenarios</category><category>thoughts</category><pubDate>Mon, 6 Feb 2012 14:36:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-9136518136030708903</guid><description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;           &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXy9PbGn7sRS74_f11F_fHjTqinJSBBY408QMrLgqKwaruRkzqt-sHaSQmANs5l_3O8bEKyeZSMKalUtESdilEZQVCc_n9Tb3sfFCqPXiZkIrj_xb_hIIz937i9QZ2CzQgudHS0LJ8Ck/s72-c/8-female-silhouette-dancing-on-chair.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>once in a blue moon</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2011/12/once-in-blue-moon.html</link><category>Blogging</category><category>daily news</category><category>friend</category><category>Information</category><category>james velez</category><category>life</category><category>short story</category><category>thoughts</category><pubDate>Thu, 8 Dec 2011 20:41:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-3720200906139983681</guid><description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSkGLuY29Oqhvh3ePk0bUMF6JXOOP93Ihl4OsMgm6A_dxArlWdH5zsBDnsV02NvtoU3XS4_lS_4cUQdNIWWvByz9wHADH_qbuBanL0m6b5vSSgHlfCUnSKhHY7l4R5YUGEAUfZAbT7Dc/s72-c/BlueMoonLamp.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>tired</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2011/11/tired.html</link><category>Blogging</category><category>james velez</category><category>poetry</category><category>thoughts</category><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 10:02:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-8688279205437541845</guid><description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt;   /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>is that semen on you? 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Only it does not just flash, it is sort of like reliving your whole life, but this time having no control over it. You are aware of all the outcomes but still repeat the same mistakes. You also have the capabilities to slow down some parts of your life. You can bask in the glow of </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>Why is shitting such a “Taboo”?</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-is-shitting-such-taboo.html</link><category>bathroom</category><category>Blogging</category><category>feces</category><category>Information</category><category>james velez</category><category>life</category><category>opinions</category><category>thoughts</category><pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2011 09:31:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-4268487272565859612</guid><description>Why is shitting such a “Taboo”? As in no one talks about it freely or we all seem to walk out of the bathroom with a little bit of shame on our faces when we do it.Why is that?I mean defecating, passing a bowel, digesting, or just plain shitting, is something that we all do. I mean every human shits. Its one of the few things we all do. 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What do we all want for Christmas? This is normally an odd question for me to answer; you see I haven’t written a wish list to Santa in close to 25 years or so, so you see I’m not sure as in what I would ask for, or if there is anything out there that I want? I have gone so long without that I don’t know how to request anything for this holiday. Yeah sure we all want something; I </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPN5d2ehDFIMO83bI6RnPHpoem_bmvFYXNTeei_Yh46JXVo2XRjybMqF3Ayn5EJ1X70_rckZMZKFFyox0KBEpAzIWkc-q2nR_vi1V29u28w3E7cWwxnMs8EAdvWdDsM0k-86EDHxWooCw/s72-c/2125424_f520.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>proper clening technique</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2010/12/proper-clening-technique.html</link><category>bathroom</category><category>Blogging</category><category>friend</category><category>Information</category><category>james velez</category><category>life</category><category>opinions</category><category>parenting</category><category>thoughts</category><pubDate>Tue, 7 Dec 2010 13:41:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-5182690031980240279</guid><description>I have noticed this trend going on for years and I have helped those that would listen and actually put into effect what I have showed them. So some of you could stop doing this idiotic mistake I will post it here.A few guys that I have known and some girls that I have dated have done this mistake. Now it’s not their fault, I blame the parents for this mistake. 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Is what she thought. Damn shit is not funny, is what was running through her mind, I have seriously got the worst fucking luck. Damn!Just the other day things were looking up for her; she had put her car on “Craigslist” for sale and was content with what was going on in her life. She came to me and told me bout her ad, and asked if I could help out, “Sure” I told her, “Just let me look at</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWAPF8FObJeUKlnxXs6t0L17UB7xOrKOiKCKnO_8h1hoiXA1CdWbAVSRGGKV8l1bTGyKJHQlar9V63HNipyPln8zJJhDXBCJZgJUpN_q2eW1OcQ62FxeimMyf-xS538aW2e-7OIBr8vk/s72-c/fire.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>Long time no write</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time-no-write.html</link><category>Information</category><category>life</category><category>opinions</category><category>poetry</category><category>thoughts</category><pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2010 20:16:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-3370339510206981677</guid><description>I know I haven’t been around.Since I broke my wrist,I find reasons why I can’t see you.I come up with ideas,Think of ways to say hello to you.I always seem to forget.Seems as of late, You’ve been trying to get my attention.Don’t know why?But I choose to ignore you. Now you’re yelling,Screaming so loud,I can no longer deny you.Well, here I am.How are you?It’s has been awhile. Subscribe to RSS </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>The Raping Pit!</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2010/08/raping-pit.html</link><category>Blogging</category><category>Information</category><category>james velez</category><category>life</category><category>opinions</category><category>scenarios</category><category>short story</category><category>thoughts</category><pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 21:12:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-2220379926174473922</guid><description>One would think that a place called “The Raping Pit” would think that it’s a bad place? Am I wrong for assuming this? Can anyone out there tell me that a place called “The Raping Pit” would be a good place to go for a night?Seriously, when you go down the basement and look under the staircase, all you see is a large hole, and in that hole is nothing but darkness, with a glimmer of an arm or teeth</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>Bohemian</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2010/07/bohemian.html</link><category>Blogging</category><category>Information</category><category>james velez</category><category>life</category><category>opinions</category><category>poetry</category><category>thoughts</category><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 11:47:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-2153388402867820800</guid><description>Bohemian: A person with artistic or literary interests who disregards conventional standards of behavior.BohemianSome say“James you need to be saved”Following your bullshitWill that teach me to behave?Trained since birth to view the world just like youNot my faultI question, I read, and now I see thingsFrom a different point of view‘Cause I questionSome say I’m boldCan’t just sit there and </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Md-ZnwvlNbdvlnnM-nVWNCcasTkMZOCXO-WkG5WlyxAKtvm4-q8ck3k-TRfsf2zWaD5T7mI6lepkHulmf1QGFTJL8ZdCwrsUoSHa4PachGCfmle5IK88fbyKZG-zOpIsUe4IOcB1Xpw/s72-c/100_4995.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>A new found family</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-found-family.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 21:17:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-6270434916868734020</guid><description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;  st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }  &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsrhEzda8FuZhfVJ__CJ9xsQxq6OO6u8EMhy8hXks7KsLr7_4fW9O1K5UFLa_rHrtygaHom1ln4ieE_0KBj5hqtF-26z6coRhT79JY5Swevds8Nq25bWec6Fkm9XzDjP8LClY7NRQyRA/s72-c/lostfam2.jpeg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>Oh "Faux Hawks" how I hate thee</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-faux-hawks-how-i-hate-thee.html</link><pubDate>Mon, 7 Jun 2010 15:02:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-5781470330390134452</guid><description>Ok, it has been awhile since I have written a blog based on my thoughts. Well here we go.My current “Pet Peeve” is this recent hair fashion for a man that has taken over the whole planet it seems.All of a sudden its kool to sport a pseudo “Mohawk” called a “Faux Hawk”.Now this pisses me off because all of a sudden its kool to sport a “Mohawk”, and what pisses me off the most is that most of the </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0MS3rIL1soUVoxp_WG27PT_hoI5vaLiSJj_eYEdZfPOeXeXWltFAtI4jqfLOOwxuWq9wnGDfZcVsT4U15FM9hS9OOV6N_bhGhq3xyA6e4rYB_vMf9XMhw4MvN0xCCF2YiyXts-JkCUQ/s72-c/fauxhawk4.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>I got a dad?</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-got-dad.html</link><category>Blogging</category><category>Information</category><category>james velez</category><category>life</category><category>parenting</category><pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 00:43:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-474070933599307864</guid><description>I always wondered what it would feel like to find out that my dad was still alive. I imagined it as being really kool. I mean it would rock you know, I’m 33, spent most of my life fatherless. Pretty much had to learn how to be on man by trial and error, observation. Oh man if my dad was really alive how kool would it be to talk to him? Ask him why I do certain things, see where my smile comes </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>Latest Scenario</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2010/04/latest-scenario.html</link><category>Blogging</category><category>books</category><category>james velez</category><category>opinions</category><category>scenarios</category><category>thoughts</category><pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 12:41:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-4403381795445647971</guid><description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>Having surgery on my wrist was not on my todo list</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2010/01/having-surgery-on-my-wrist-was-not-on.html</link><category>Blogging</category><category>thoughts</category><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 16:51:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-4145934321338366697</guid><description>Ok here is another bout with pain “J.V.” style. last week I was feeling stiffness and pain in my wrist, it was really bothering me, well my sister found out about it and her being a nurse and all she told me to wrap it up, well I did. Having it wrapped felt good, it didn’t bother me as much, I still felt stiff and I would get twinges of pain, but more bearable. Well on the second night I fell </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBh7w41gjldlDlQbUGkCsSEoed0NybqA6OkrAZTink6a39-ZqG81ME1DTRMOUo2tyeH7RIfBhM_q-VJI36ryb2MRDvVD915xucNT4GWZRqmmsdS-xrZv_ETt5QI3x-CvyG8IWirVydeVk/s72-c/hole+in+wrist1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>scars</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2010/01/scars.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 09:26:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-3590028124852646224</guid><description>Scars. What is a scar? Well according to the dictionary a scar is: a mark left (usually on the skin) by the healing of injured tissue.Nice definition makes sense and totally tells you what a scar is, but for me, that’s not the true meaning of a scar. For me a scar on your body means you have lived. That scar is proof that at one point in your life you were alive, you felt pain, and you went </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wIwzQ5oc9cSQex_OrzW1hREAKXKT8SvoMT7laPRtReNLiCz984XPD88JF5167lNRge5VU9bPF8tZUaE33Ll8h1InvJoe_QydHC5Y791FiMZvudQrVc9JQXE0-1DyvabaWGspTK90ISo/s72-c/arm+after+cast.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>Feces In The Bathroom</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2009/12/feces-in-bathroom.html</link><category>bathroom</category><category>feces</category><category>friend</category><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 12:45:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-7324631055309430786</guid><description>Here is another "Exc erpt" from "Scenarios" let me know what you would do. Hope all well with you all.Till next time.....Feces In The BathroomYou and a very good friend/relative,(use whichever fits the scenario better),Are out at a bar for a late night drink. Both of you are extremely inebriated.Your friend/relative leans over to you and say’sThey have to use the bathroom badly.After excusing </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluos6Lubq_catx_b2vWiRfKimWwSnuvPZ6hjNQNmouN-2TRjyeeUcXWmxaV_yPBTqAVdrmfUI1YuBwWK5JSMRBjCqFJrRxMgFjq6eA5ZtiQ2K_RMbT5KZiD_BhGaX364tpqc-L410N_0/s72-c/Dirty%2520Toilet.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>An insane wedding ritual</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2009/12/insane-wedding-ritual.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 14:01:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-5158634266559352081</guid><description>This is an excerpt from a book that I would love to publish called “Scenarios”.You all know how I am, I am constantly asking you “What would you do if” or a,“How would you deal with”. Well this is my newest one that I have written down, number 57On a list of a whole bunch more. Let me know what you guys would do.Till next time….#57Juice of lifeLet us say that you have been dating this person for </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYNvzGv9O7V5XQsIvQDDgA91T6aAd4n0-eudsA4D0Ya2lDjhpPrmqEzcfx-mY7WG7FvBLU6l3EfPcTwhjjmMkoQ4MmgBpcpA-oRzdert9QK-aQ6lCLBpVTcIFarqA6JdDhk_pGvkkank/s72-c/q.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item><item><title>my most recent sociological experiment</title><link>http://jmfv.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-most-recent-sociological-experiment.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 12:14:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2109397776808189174.post-1855340037655213608</guid><description>Ok, yours truly went on a sociological study these past few days.  I went out and asked men a question that has only two options to choose from.  What I found strange was that the men that were parents seem to choose the same option, pretty much the same with the single, childless ones.  Well here is the question, “If you had only two options and these are them, which would you choose? “ 1) Take </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>noreply@blogger.com (J.M.F.V)</author></item></channel></rss>