<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21411588</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:46:42.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a wicked web we weave...</title><subtitle type='html'>A tap into my mind...warning some of these things could get really goofy...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>qtpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207075357310158872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21411588.post-114568076288719226</id><published>2006-04-21T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:39:22.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recipe for Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In a large mixing bowl, add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1 cup of trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1 cup  of understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2 cups of communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1 tbsp of emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3/4 cup of passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1/3 cup of lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(optional) a dash of attitude (for flavor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Blend well with an electric mixer and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;let the mixture sit and marinate before cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-114568076288719226?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21411588.post-114567971458257560</id><published>2006-04-21T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:21:54.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i'm angry&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the veins&lt;br /&gt;in my neck pulsate.&lt;br /&gt;my blood  gets&lt;br /&gt;boiling hot&lt;br /&gt;and thats when&lt;br /&gt;those horrible words&lt;br /&gt;come spilling out.&lt;br /&gt;like a pot boiling&lt;br /&gt;over on the stove.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being that angry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm  sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-114567971458257560?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21411588.post-114567939803799206</id><published>2006-04-21T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:16:38.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes at night,&lt;br /&gt;when i find your&lt;br /&gt;heavy arm on my waste&lt;br /&gt;and your  snoring and&lt;br /&gt;dreaming, i push&lt;br /&gt; that arm off of me.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i stare off&lt;br /&gt;into the darkness and&lt;br /&gt;think why should i have&lt;br /&gt;to be stuck  in one  spot!&lt;br /&gt;thats right you've got me&lt;br /&gt;right where you want me&lt;br /&gt;directly underneath your&lt;br /&gt;wing, in your sight,&lt;br /&gt;at your grasp,  whenever&lt;br /&gt;you want me there.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when your heavy&lt;br /&gt;arm isn't around me  and&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for your warmth&lt;br /&gt;in the cold darkness,  you&lt;br /&gt;are never in arms reach.&lt;br /&gt;so i remain cold and  alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-114567939803799206?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/feeds/114567939803799206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21411588&amp;postID=114567939803799206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/114567939803799206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/114567939803799206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-at-night-when-i-find-your.html' title=''/><author><name>qtpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207075357310158872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21411588.post-114351003919209848</id><published>2006-03-27T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:40:39.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Favorite part of the excersice was Question 5: Make up a famous quote about X then freewrite on it.  My abstract object that i persomifird is RAIN. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The rain in spain falls mainly on the plain.-&lt;br /&gt;This quote originated in spain where Rain breifly lived as a college student. Rain lived on the plains of spain where she usually fell because she was such a drunken party girl in those days.  She usually fell getting out of taxi's and trying to walk to her apartment. Her neighbors in the plains would usually make fun of her and take pictures. In the morning, when she was sober she would find these pictures and such in her mailbox and at her doorstep. So when she became famous, her secret leaked out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-114351003919209848?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/feeds/114351003919209848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21411588&amp;postID=114351003919209848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/114351003919209848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/114351003919209848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-favorite-part-of-excersice-was.html' 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craft of their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sweaters, teak tables with brass inlay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;men and women worked to the natural rhythym of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;They worked from the blueblck morning until suppertime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Wicks were made for the memorials by craftsmen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Europe had finally recovered from the devastation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and they no longer wanted to fall behind because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Candles and silk stockings, full in a box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The belief in trade was still strong since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;they were still able to produce profitable items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But they earned it, they earned it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Blood, sweat and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;all and any profit were hard earned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-114245281001028628?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/feeds/114245281001028628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Figure out this setting:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dark, damp,&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by white entities&lt;br /&gt;that serrate, grind and grate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-114202352520158909?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/feeds/114202352520158909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21411588&amp;postID=114202352520158909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/114202352520158909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/114202352520158909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/2006/03/figure-out-this-setting-dark-damp.html' title=''/><author><name>qtpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207075357310158872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21411588.post-114202118017155491</id><published>2006-03-10T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T12:06:20.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hollywood Deceives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood deceives.&lt;br /&gt;They fill audiences with hope of unreal love.&lt;br /&gt;We wish for a love as great as those beautiful actresses and actors.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we put or faces on those faces, the faces of the actors.&lt;br /&gt;We fill their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;We feel their happiness.&lt;br /&gt;When we return to reality, its back to a love totally different.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a love that isn't really a love at all.&lt;br /&gt;We sit in silence and idolize that love&lt;br /&gt;in our misery.&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood decieves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-114202118017155491?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/feeds/114202118017155491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21411588&amp;postID=114202118017155491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/114202118017155491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/114202118017155491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/2006/03/hollywood-deceives-hollywood-deceives_10.html' title=''/><author><name>qtpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207075357310158872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21411588.post-114116650955111426</id><published>2006-02-28T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T14:41:49.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think I have writers block this week...nothing creative wants to come out.. I think its because I was forced to write two papers this week...bare with me...please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-114116650955111426?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/feeds/114116650955111426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21411588&amp;postID=114116650955111426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/114116650955111426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/114116650955111426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-i-have-writers-block-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>qtpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207075357310158872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21411588.post-113997557467330447</id><published>2006-02-14T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:56:00.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A sadistic joke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;created by fools in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to remind people who aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that they aren't in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nor do they have love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So keep your damn cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chocolates and flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We don't want ANY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-113997557467330447?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/feeds/113997557467330447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21411588&amp;postID=113997557467330447' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they don't have long scary claws&lt;br /&gt;and creepy yellow eyes that glow.&lt;br /&gt;They are&lt;br /&gt;hideous, horrible, humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the monsters.&lt;br /&gt;Tormenting souls&lt;br /&gt;and maiming others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me that monsters&lt;br /&gt;don't come out from underneath&lt;br /&gt;the bed or out the closet when&lt;br /&gt;the lights go out,&lt;br /&gt;but they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like me and you.&lt;br /&gt;They blend like chameleons&lt;br /&gt;in a jungle of green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lied to me.&lt;br /&gt;They told me that I&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;But they also told me&lt;br /&gt;better safe than sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-113978630845580163?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21411588.post-113944015555053495</id><published>2006-02-08T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:09:15.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SUMMERTIME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burgers grilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The warm air carries the smell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;splashing and wading poolside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bright sun baking skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birds chirp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sip your iced tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only if this could last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-113944015555053495?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/feeds/113944015555053495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21411588&amp;postID=113944015555053495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/113944015555053495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/113944015555053495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/2006/02/summertime-burgers-grilling.html' title=''/><author><name>qtpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207075357310158872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21411588.post-113864784906556187</id><published>2006-01-30T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:04:09.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a thought today in class.... since i think my dreams are sometimes interesting could I use those as short stories? how could I make them interesting enough to share?? heres a sample of one of my dreams I had the other day... I want to make it into a cool story...leave some suggestions please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins, siblings and i were at my grandmother's house. my younger sister had a snake. the snake told me he wanted to bite me. he had already bitten everyone else. my cousin was holding the snake and he bit her too. she let him go and he went hiding under the sofa. so we all went to hide. i told everyone there was no purpose to hide since they had all got bitten and he was after me. i hid in the closet. everyone else was sitting really still. we heard my grandparents come in and i yelled for my grandfather. he came in and i was telling him everything that was going on in spanish, which is weird because i really don't speak it that well. the snake comes slithering in past everyone and under the dresser. it comes back out and climbs on my grandfather. he stays completely still. so then it slides down onto the floor. i told my grandfather in spanish to step on it. he didit died and the police took the dead snake away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-113864784906556187?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/feeds/113864784906556187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21411588&amp;postID=113864784906556187' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/113864784906556187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/113864784906556187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-had-thought-today-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>qtpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207075357310158872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21411588.post-113805732781317993</id><published>2006-01-23T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:57:58.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>practicing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So I created my Blog!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hello, I'm Jessica I am a student and I am doing this for a class. I like to write peotry but i would like to know if my short stories are any good too  (not saying that my peoms are good that is up to you guys to decide!) so leave comments and I will take them into consideration and possibly post better and better blogs!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21411588-113805732781317993?l=jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/feeds/113805732781317993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21411588&amp;postID=113805732781317993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/113805732781317993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21411588/posts/default/113805732781317993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jromerofromethebronx.blogspot.com/2006/01/practicing.html' title='practicing....'/><author><name>qtpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10207075357310158872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
