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interesante</category><title>what would you do?</title><atom:summary>you come home from a long hard day at work and can think of nothing but relaxing with a glass of wine and a few classic oldies on the mp3.checking your messages on the way home, you smile as your honey's voice wafts through  your earpiece, telling you that their plane lands in a few hours and they absolutely can't wait to see you. you plan on lighting some candles and giving them a nice welcome </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/kn3nZaLxWDk/what-would-you-do.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Sj-Gf_e_aoI/AAAAAAAABVs/QqpJle2Ky2s/s72-c/crash.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">25</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/kn3nZaLxWDk" height="1" 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light</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/hMeR5LWDJjI/fatherless-poem-by-one-of-my-15-yr-old.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/hMeR5LWDJjI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/fatherless-poem-by-one-of-my-15-yr-old.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-2296104177481013100</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 09:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-10T05:07:14.422-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>don't speak.</title><atom:summary>please.don't say those wordsgazing at me with that look in your eye ...the look that whispers to my backthoughts,the look that lets me know we need to talk.please.don't say those words ...the words that turn maybes into certaintiesand friends into boosthis heart of mine, it's been torn. abused.misused.and therefore very capable of ensnaring youin tangles of past due debtsnot owed by you.so </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/jnHcHxaMdYg/dont-speak.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/jnHcHxaMdYg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-speak.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-5451590894276013142</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T10:04:40.454-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freestylin'</category><title>traveling those roads</title><atom:summary>traveling on those roadsi found yousitting quietly yet stronglyunassuming.saw the stare you tried to pretend wasn't happeninglaughed at the way you stole glances atthe back side of mesmiled at the way you admiredthe front.i sat. we talked for a few hourslaughter eruptedseveral details lateri left.no information exchanged.but i'll always remembertraveling those roadsand finding you.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/Boh5tD5u5tY/traveling-those-roads.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Sh6Z50QfaBI/AAAAAAAABTk/Y8O2vGTp2JM/s72-c/long_road-ahead.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;img 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appropriate and what is not, when making an attempt to court a Woman.yes, a Woman.not the uncertain and inexperienced girl you so obviously have mistaken this Woman for. the young face does </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/c7hltY_dhUE/let-me-be-clear.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Shu6VVsVI6I/AAAAAAAABTc/NMXJRh6_7AY/s72-c/time_to_man_up_tshirt-p.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/c7hltY_dhUE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-be-clear.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-2331111818384493504</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T11:29:17.272-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Novel- My Baby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the Write Life</category><title>Deep Waters: the Prologue. Preview My Book!!!!</title><atom:summary>NOTE: book will be out January of 2010, God and Publishing House willing. :-) it is not by any means a 'hood' book, but of course, being that most of the characters are African American, i tried to encompass many aspects of the wide spectrum of lifestyles and struggles, joys and pains, that we live each day. thanks for reading!-PROLOGUE-Jasiri    Running. I am running for my life.  Pavement </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/ge73qvDEfnc/deep-waters-prologue-preview-my-book.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">33</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/ge73qvDEfnc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/deep-waters-prologue-preview-my-book.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-4320082591507429195</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T09:08:12.594-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy interesante</category><title>all i wanna do...</title><atom:summary>i've always been one of those women who wanted my own. my own financial security and the ability to buy ridiculous amounts of shoes if i want, my own home to walk around stark naked in, my own thriving career.having a man to be there to provide and protect is something beyond valuable, but having a man there to be your sole provider of all things money can buy, i just don't agree with.to each </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/InrwCMOLOyE/all-i-wanna-do.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SfWuLv_VxUI/AAAAAAAABSk/6PBNRCGf-YQ/s72-c/man-holding-money-4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">25</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/InrwCMOLOyE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-i-wanna-do.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-579639394657486074</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 04:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-20T00:23:28.420-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spiritual healing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">for a friend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">esoteric</category><title>The Rebirth</title><atom:summary>it's funny how the slightest whisper of death can make you reconsider the whole matrix that has become your life up until this point.you suddenly think about that one that got away. the one who is away. the one you never got. or the one whose name dances across your heart, but you dare not mention for fear that it would be too real.you think about the people who will miss you. the people who you </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/XGjnQ-ADYGI/rebirth.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Sev4C0kOMYI/AAAAAAAABSE/KQTgHbze3fo/s72-c/76765412_618a458105.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">27</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/XGjnQ-ADYGI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/rebirth.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-3221815332002907268</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T11:18:34.179-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">words of wisdom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">for a friend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Muze's advice</category><title>to thine own self be true</title><atom:summary>there are certain things that just shouldn't happen.a rebirth of the Jheri curl, another Brangelina brown-baby adoption, bright, shiny silk shirts being what's up again, and losing sight of yourself when you get involved with someone.i understand he's a dreamboat. so handsome, superintelligent and funny that you just can't help but love him. you hang on his every word, smile when he smiles, laugh</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/_jhIl_xMWgo/to-thine-own-self-be-true.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">23</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/_jhIl_xMWgo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-thine-own-self-be-true.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1637036392140738684</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 15:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-24T11:54:51.925-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>don't</title><atom:summary>when it was there...we weren't.we remained distant thoughtsalthough somehow connected ...we never didfitthe puzzle piecesinto placealways on some...'oh he's cool but i don't know' type ishsome'yeah she's flyy but i'm not ready' type tripdidn't know how soonit would be lostopportunities such as theseonly knock oncebut remember there is nolove lostno crushing of spiritsno bruising of feelingsjust </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/7Pl61qKfQ_0/dont.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/7Pl61qKfQ_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1261870995628666543</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-23T22:05:11.299-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living write</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tis the season.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fab and flyy list</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change the game</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shopaholic tendencies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musicology</category><title>baby, commmme to me</title><atom:summary>let me put my arms around you, this was meannnnt to beand i'm oh so glad i found youneed you evvvverydaygotta have your love around mebaby alllllways staycause i can't go back to living without youuuuu.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/WtH81Xjc248/baby-commmme-to-me.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/ScefRepD6QI/AAAAAAAABQo/a-x3j_7q8SM/s72-c/10918556879.259770341.IM1.MAIN.565x421_A.562x421.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/WtH81Xjc248" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-commmme-to-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-4605964336759135030</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T12:42:34.400-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy interesante</category><title>the chase</title><atom:summary>there will always be someone or something that is not necessarily within your reach. as life would have it, that's usually the thing or person whom you want the most. the time-tested theory that we generally want what we can't have, has been proven over and over again throughout the years of human nature. the challenge of pursing and finally realizing a goal, the rush you feel when you've </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/4uO1lushRhU/chase.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/ScJo4SqkH3I/AAAAAAAABQQ/aIZs8qXhyhs/s72-c/running_track.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/4uO1lushRhU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/chase.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-9139820756971892934</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 22:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-13T08:37:23.519-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bloggers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><title>random ish: it's about that time...</title><atom:summary>for me to take my arse home. for.really. lol.* how cool am i for taking that ^^ pic?* i am officially over traveling for a while. although i'm sure when i get home to the still-well-in-winter Michigan, i'll be singing a different tune.* a big FAIL (thanks KB. lol) to the one who said if i spent as much 'energy' (wtf?) doing 'real' writing as i do twittering and texting, i'd be a 'real' writer. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/Nnmqo_4zwR4/random-ish-its-about-that-time.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Sbl_6xzZC_I/AAAAAAAABPY/J8MxZGS3MMs/s72-c/P1312315bw.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">19</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/Nnmqo_4zwR4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-ish-its-about-that-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-5949233715298002866</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T11:24:09.483-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romantical</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sexual healing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freestylin'</category><title>his melody</title><atom:summary>i dance to his melody.alone in this dark room...grooving to his tune.he hums harmoniously...sings softly to places usually overlookedthe crook in my elbowback of my knee...he sings,quietly...yet i hear him insurround. sound.i dance.he plays. sings. hums.strums my stringshits my notesglides across my keysmakes me dance to his rhythm...conducts a symphonywithin my spirit...his tune.his tune.his </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/9vEl-8JnNEQ/his-melody.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Sa_8NSq53tI/AAAAAAAABPA/G-Gqdvk1ihk/s72-c/pianokeys.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/9vEl-8JnNEQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/his-melody.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-4080404910468109591</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-28T13:46:06.530-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">words of wisdom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wtf?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny ish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Muze's advice</category><title>how to piss off a flight attendant</title><atom:summary>what's up peoples? how it beez?well... i know i've been a pretty bad blogger as of late, but that's only because life has been smacking me around with some pretty interesting surprises. thankfully, most of them have been good surprises.and well... i've been traveling quite frequently. and in my recent travels i've noticed some things about how people treat Flight Attendants. (as a former </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/Cb5jY5HuNys/how-to-piss-off-flight-attendant.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SamGNh-egDI/AAAAAAAABO4/3WAa9onHXc8/s72-c/flight-attendant-friday.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/Cb5jY5HuNys" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-piss-off-flight-attendant.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1090291275087921038</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 16:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-23T11:55:38.512-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">words of wisdom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ish on my chest..</category><title>are you a good person?</title><atom:summary>we all have shortcomings in life. we all fall short of the ideal person we want to be in our heads when everyone is watching. the question is how often do you fall short and how short do you fall?in our daily doings, there will always be an opportunity for us to heal or hurt a situation. no matter how small or big, i believe we are given obstacles or situations that test our moral codes and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/voXzsz4TB_Y/are-you-good-person.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/voXzsz4TB_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-good-person.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-4178509945047230722</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-18T12:14:50.362-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romantical</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">for a friend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the fam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Never Broken (for friends and lovers)</title><atom:summary>I want to love you like I have never been brokenHeart split open early before it was time to blossomI want to forget every ache and doubtSeek out the beauty in just being with youPeel back the scourged skin and let my spirit be nakedIt’s more beautiful that wayStanding before you with nothing but my truthPerfectly transparent so that you never have to wonderJust read all my needs and desires in </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/VlbmDxpb_Ww/never-broken-for-friends-and-lovers.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/VlbmDxpb_Ww" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-broken-for-friends-and-lovers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-8886764170637702440</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-14T12:20:32.436-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bloggers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romantical</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">staying in</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ish on my chest..</category><title>so it's my birthday...</title><atom:summary>27.wow.i guess i should be thankful that i've made it to 27 with full viability, all my senses, limbs, and size 5 figure. lol.and i am.i guess i should be thankful for the Love of family and friends.and i most certainly am.this is only the first few hours of my 27th year and i've already received great news regarding my career path. i should be rejoicing.and i am. i really am.i've received one of</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/XfuWswS0eBk/so-its-my-birthday.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">34</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/XfuWswS0eBk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-its-my-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-4841336902147277366</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T13:15:24.274-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short story</category><title>untitled whateverness.</title><atom:summary>he reached out to me and grabbed the only thing he'd ever known since he'd started this journey. my love.he wanted to bask inside, feel me on the inside of his being.i dared him to travel those roads.dared him to dart inside and brave the uncharted territories. dared him to make me love. to make me feel the undying beat his heart resonated throughout his core when he stared into my eyes.i wanted </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/YCM-tdD8ZBI/untitled-whateverness.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/YCM-tdD8ZBI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/02/untitled-whateverness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1663988689330468472</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-10T09:20:23.281-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me sad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wtf?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black people</category><title>what makes a man?</title><atom:summary>"i can't do this sh*t!""boy, what did i tell you about using that word?""can't should never be in a man's vocabulary.""and why not?""cause when you say can't you ain't a man."this is one of my favorite parts in one of my favorite movies, Love &amp; Basketball. why? because i like to see black men giving their sons advice about manhood.lately i've been a little concerned about our future generation of</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/rS3n_y8DI3U/what-makes-man.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">24</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/rS3n_y8DI3U" height="1" 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