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Here's the thing. Most times, when a man says that (and has the right to say it, ie he's your man and you're engaged in a very naughty midday round of sexting) it's sexy. It's exciting. It makes you anticipate the many ways in which he will follow through with this oft-used phrase of virility.But Tiger Woods!? The golfer? Oh just call me a desert because </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/vaE0KCYRflA/that-tiger-didnt-go-crazy-that-tiger.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/vaE0KCYRflA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-tiger-didnt-go-crazy-that-tiger.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-2693381642270281984</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T07:30:28.336-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freestylin'</category><title>on Loving the Sun</title><atom:summary>they say the Sun is always shining, somewhere.they say it's always bright on some surface, on some person.when its gaze is faced my way... i bask in the heat.emanating from its pores into my own.i feel it.yet clouds come ever so often... cast shadows... cover its glory.the world becomes cold.the Sun... making life grow where there once was none.blooming feelings and flowers over time... i opened </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/8Mz7xQfrM7c/on-loving-sun.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/8Mz7xQfrM7c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-loving-sun.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-5531135577656680671</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-01T20:46:07.388-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the Write Life</category><title>Mind Spill Fiction: His Hands</title><atom:summary>his hands reached out.she avoided them like they held all the evils in the world and longed to deposit them into her pores. the same hands that had held her hand as she pushed in pain three years ago and bore their son. the hands that nervously held hers and slid the platinum and diamond ring on, while glistening eyes looked into hers and told the perfect mouth below to say i do, four years </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/lUQCqUz6pXQ/mind-spill-fiction-his-hands.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/lUQCqUz6pXQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/mind-spill-fiction-his-hands.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-3561937230858113405</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T14:04:59.374-05:00</atom:updated><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#">all about muze</category><title>you know what i hate?</title><atom:summary>...when people say they want to lose weight and ask you to help them and when you say "maybe you shouldn't get extra extra butter on that large popcorn, eh?" they get an attitude and tell you "it's my body! people will do what they want to do." don'taskmeifyoulooklikeyourelosingweightanymore. the answer is no....when i'm walking into a place of business and no one greets me, but they greet the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/r1WDw-ONGuI/you-know-what-i-hate.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/r1WDw-ONGuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-what-i-hate.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-5811165393783327787</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T16:50:29.693-05:00</atom:updated><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>imagine this...</title><atom:summary>imagine this...sacred place.i'm wearing lace.turquoise ruffle on brown supple, your fav.seeking to find comfort in the shadows of your facei turn, put on a private fashion show...no clothes though.just. us.sashaying with the swaymy hips give awaythe need to have your hands upon themtry to warn you of my hypnosis...you follow, still.loving thisno, Loving thismoment, thisbliss. thatkiss.reminisce </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/fn_I_AJhn0U/imagine-this.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/fn_I_AJhn0U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/imagine-this.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-5122395278835059708</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 17:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T13:26:26.381-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">noteworthy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">words of wisdom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the Write Life</category><title>On this.</title><atom:summary>Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the dark. 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You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.When something </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/OedH4wWY66I/waiting.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/OedH4wWY66I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-8773935439374912787</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T13:42:55.963-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black love</category><title>random ish: this thing called Love</title><atom:summary>-the process of falling in Love is a scary one. and you are my biggest fear. walking, talking boogie monster who's scare tactics i crave and flee all in one breath.-when someone tells you they're falling in Love with you ... unexpectedly, what is the proper response? how do you handle someone's heart being handed to you out of the blue? what are the words?-i tripped over your name. saw it dance </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/4gVVssxd848/random-ish-this-thing-called-love.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SrewGEM3JHI/AAAAAAAABec/BtDKu7wkzqw/s72-c/thing-called-love.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/~4/4gVVssxd848" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-ish-this-thing-called-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-191667808732263710</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T10:09:35.378-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me smile</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tis the season.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">welcome to detroit city</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><title>Blackberry Travels: The Pictorialness</title><atom:summary>i take a lot of pictures with the PhoneBerry. didn't realize just how many i take until recently when i had to dump them into a folder on my computer... for the second time. lol.this summer has been unequivocally the WORST i've had in my life, but i'm blessed to be here and looking forward to betterdays. sooo with that said, let's take a peak into my PhoneBerry Photography for the last few months</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/4JSLFGBDUUs/blackberry-travels-pictorialness.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Spvr6AzqFrI/AAAAAAAABcY/lR7XLozmtW0/s72-c/IMG00869.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/4JSLFGBDUUs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/blackberry-travels-pictorialness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-5638118003344391729</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T13:16:42.197-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">noteworthy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">words of wisdom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black people</category><title>I agree.</title><atom:summary> My aim is not to provide excuses for Black behavior or to absolve blacks of personal responsibility. But when the new black conservatives accent black behavior and responsibility in such a way that the cultural realities of black people are ignored, they are playing a deceptive and dangerous intellectual game with the lives and fortunes of disadvantaged people. We indeed must criticize and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/6U-DODXmwX4/i-agree.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/6U-DODXmwX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-agree.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-6268636182357848938</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T08:39:09.454-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freestylin'</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musicology</category><title>My Life According to Stevie Wonder</title><atom:summary>this was fun... a tag i received on Facebook. being lazy and posting it here. but don't worry, i have lots of new stuff to come for mi blog readers! :-)   if you feel it in your soul, please, do the tag! and then let me know you did so i can come be nosy. lol.Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 12 people you like and include me. You can't use the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/OY54luAHWg8/my-life-according-to-stevie-wonder.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/So1DlpqbqYI/AAAAAAAABZg/TrW0an8N1gk/s72-c/stevie_wonder.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/OY54luAHWg8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-according-to-stevie-wonder.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-8297059300470757088</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T22:10:03.920-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sexual healing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the Write Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black love</category><title>The Acquiescence</title><atom:summary>"the anticipation of love-making got you shaking when you're standing near me.."the build up has been almost impossible to handle.anticipating which scent you'd bless the atmosphere and my nostrils with on this night. what words would ignite the grin that led to the touch, that led to sweet kisses. who would be the first to intimately invade the other's personal space.and now, i stand before you.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/EI7OvkBMi4g/as-we-begin.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Snr6UUe1tcI/AAAAAAAABZY/3KMy9CZuTRA/s72-c/yessir.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/EI7OvkBMi4g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-we-begin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1453856835308836219</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T09:52:06.277-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">noteworthy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy interesante</category><title>Ghetto Booty: The Hottentot Remix</title><atom:summary>courtesy of the lovely MzReport, i have been introduced to the very inspiring M.K. Asante Jr., and after doing a little research i came across this poem of his that i think is profound and speaks volumes to how far we haven't come when it comes to the way in which Black Women are portrayed to the world.For Saartjie BaartmanThe spectacle wasn’t you.Look at them:Men, without women, liningthe </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/hO9bWqCzlMA/ghetto-booty-hottentot-remix.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SmohXSUa4uI/AAAAAAAABZI/jbL8_Lc_TTs/s72-c/hottentot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/hO9bWqCzlMA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ghetto-booty-hottentot-remix.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-6846975692062831144</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-22T15:51:27.992-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bloggers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spiritual healing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ish on my chest..</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">esoteric</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">true story</category><title>the Best of Me</title><atom:summary>"freedom comes to those who seek and i am seeking its face and its many colors and sounds. i am seeking its truth while seeking mine because before i can be the best me for you i will be the best me for me. i deserve the best of me first."i read this on One Soulful Negro's blog and it moved me.this is the space i'm in.couldn't have said it more eloquently myself.through the battles i face, the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/fl7z4TPYYoQ/best-of-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/Smdb6smSDDI/AAAAAAAABZA/Bac4TeqzuLc/s72-c/freedom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><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/fl7z4TPYYoQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-of-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-3303872646057091733</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-23T09:45:48.384-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">for a friend</category><title>to Sir, with Love.</title><atom:summary>there are times when we all need a smile.the human moments when the weight of the worries and people you carrymay require you to pause, take a breather.even the strongest of us can grow weary.indeed the most confident find themselves unsure at times.so, when tides and spirits are lowi'll make sure to send waves of joy your waythe perfect scripture to make it okayprovide reason for laughter to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/vBWNOYyR21w/hold-true-friend-with-both-your-hands.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/vBWNOYyR21w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hold-true-friend-with-both-your-hands.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-8434105970975933149</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T13:21:57.777-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">for a friend</category><title>on wet pavement</title><atom:summary>his eyes were the first to betray the calm demeanor he was trying to convince her he possessed.his eyes.seemed like the devil himself had slithered beneath the rain-soaked cement, slipped into the soles of his $500 Prada shoes, inhabited his body, and now rested, quietly demented in his eyes.those eyes told her feet to move. she couldn't though. she didn't.she was frozen. stood still as if a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/YedLjU54vXE/on-wet-pavement.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Sl9B0DMJrnI/AAAAAAAABY4/b-o3SPPYDcE/s72-c/WetPavement.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/YedLjU54vXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-wet-pavement.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-552150124343561641</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T19:15:51.905-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black women</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#">black men</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><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black love</category><title>yes, we KNOW you can do bad all by yourself.</title><atom:summary>"i can do bad all by myself.""i don't need a man, please.""i'm focusing on ME right now, men are distractions."if you are a Black Woman, more than likely you've heard these phrases said by a sister, friend, cousin, or your very own voice vibrating confidently over seemingly convinced vocal chords, at some point in time.and while i'm not saying these can't be true adages sometimes, i'm finding it </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/jbHzfL_Rvjw/yes-we-know-you-can-do-bad-all-by.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/jbHzfL_Rvjw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-we-know-you-can-do-bad-all-by.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-4560822764058095196</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-11T20:28:13.703-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">noteworthy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me smile</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ish on my chest..</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">true story</category><title>i was inspired</title><atom:summary>...by this little girl.Isabella Redford is seven.when she was five, her mother told her about twin girls in Haiti who'd been orphaned when their mother died giving birth to them. she wanted to help.she started drawing cards and selling them at garage sales. this turned into her cards being distributed by the Global Orphan Project, and she used those profits to build an orphanage in Haiti.she's </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/ve0Ur9UGuzs/i-was-inspired.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SlktBqU6PnI/AAAAAAAABYw/XaQytqv6b1g/s72-c/ht_haiti.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><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/ve0Ur9UGuzs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-inspired.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-7405554896765025647</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-06T12:22:03.811-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spiritual healing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy interesante</category><title>"hit me up."</title><atom:summary>sometime in 2008...her: hello?him: what it do, pimpin?her: is this...?him: yep. surprised?her: actually... yes. how are you?him: i'm, good. been thinking about some things.her: things like what?him: *deep sigh* ... you.-stunned pause-her: wow. okay...him: *deep breath* yeah, i know it's unexpected for me to call out of the blue like this. but you never returned my email, so ... knowing you, i </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/BGM9g5Ti1xI/hit-me-up.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SlIkoSim9JI/AAAAAAAABYo/e9JNQ8h6QjU/s72-c/email-in-inbox.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/BGM9g5Ti1xI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hit-me-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-7967735376396661037</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T09:46:09.035-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the Write Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musicology</category><title>the return of random ish: Here, I Stand.</title><atom:summary>- "i want you to touch me. thoroughly. firmly. aggressively. sexually. gently ... just once. i want to know how your fingerprints feel on my soul's epidermis. just let go and ... touch me. who knows what dreams may come ... true."- there seems to be recent uprise in celibacy among the womenfolk i know, both in "real" life and online. hmm. article? i've been without manfolkness for some time now, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/xz66OmaAc04/return-of-random-ish-here-i-stand.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SkqCTiIuuQI/AAAAAAAABXk/8vmADctWpp8/s72-c/5064_97395018493_652343493_2141854_7381821_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><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/xz66OmaAc04" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-random-ish-here-i-stand.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-7066870917966792419</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-22T09:27:10.063-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wtf?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy 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" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-would-you-do.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-7053548336999632</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-17T22:09:58.085-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my brilliant kiddies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Fatherless : a poem by one of my 15 yr old students</title><atom:summary>so i work with a creative writing program for 3rd to 6th graders, and 7th-12th graders. this poem was written by one of the brightest young men i know, Justin, on his 15th birthday five days ago.So often I think about what my life will become.Will I be a victim to the same poisons that made a home on the lipsAnd then assaulted the minds of my brothers?I wonder, how will I survive?No guiding 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" 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