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	<title>Comments on: How do I get what I want?</title>
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		<title>By: Chris</title>
		<link>http://agentwires.blog.friendster.com/2005/11/how-do-i-get-what-i-want/#comment-21</link>
		<dc:creator>Chris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2005 18:31:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love how you describe the processes of developing your bike routes and having things fill in to familiarity. I love to always walk around aware of to what extent my maps of everything fill up from the unknown to the known. Those bike routes, they can get so comfortable, to the point to where your body just knows every peddle motion and lean of gravity, there can be so much finesse, technique-to-burn, and freedom to thrive from the grid of familiarity-and-mastery of the known. Play, slack, fun, ability.

And the unkown feels so open, so beautiful, so true, so good and important. So essential. According to some, it is the only true living.

I love the feeling of things-in-space more than anything else in the world. Mutual interdependence. The things that come to fill the space would be nothing without the space that impregnates them.

Feeling and enjoying as the glass fills with water. The complete electrical circuit.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love how you describe the processes of developing your bike routes and having things fill in to familiarity. I love to always walk around aware of to what extent my maps of everything fill up from the unknown to the known. Those bike routes, they can get so comfortable, to the point to where your body just knows every peddle motion and lean of gravity, there can be so much finesse, technique-to-burn, and freedom to thrive from the grid of familiarity-and-mastery of the known. Play, slack, fun, ability.</p>
<p>And the unkown feels so open, so beautiful, so true, so good and important. So essential. According to some, it is the only true living.</p>
<p>I love the feeling of things-in-space more than anything else in the world. Mutual interdependence. The things that come to fill the space would be nothing without the space that impregnates them.</p>
<p>Feeling and enjoying as the glass fills with water. The complete electrical circuit.</p>
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		<title>By: ZeKeith</title>
		<link>http://agentwires.blog.friendster.com/2005/11/how-do-i-get-what-i-want/#comment-20</link>
		<dc:creator>ZeKeith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2005 06:40:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>you're killing me...
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>you&#8217;re killing me&#8230;</p>
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