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	<title>Comments on: Stray thoughts</title>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://www.splagkhna.org/stray-thoughts/#comment-569</link>
		<author>Peter</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2007 23:51:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I used to think while reading your writing that you were impenetrable, that if I wanted to comment on something you wrote, it would be superfluous seeing as how solidified your logic was, how well-thought out your words were and how silly it would all make me seem.  Not much has changed.  Except that now I see tiny little pores into which I raise my little hand and peep.  

For a long time, I had trouble finding a consistent relationship or counterpoint between how I look and who I am.  A lot of the trouble came from seeing myself as others saw me, stepping outside and looking back at, which never works, because every one sees me slightly differently, and almost no one saw who I was, rather how I looked.  That relationship became dissonant: I played around with becoming who others thought I was or wanted me to be, which confused my self.   I was never really sure who I was, constantly re-inventing myself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I used to think while reading your writing that you were impenetrable, that if I wanted to comment on something you wrote, it would be superfluous seeing as how solidified your logic was, how well-thought out your words were and how silly it would all make me seem.  Not much has changed.  Except that now I see tiny little pores into which I raise my little hand and peep.  </p>
<p>For a long time, I had trouble finding a consistent relationship or counterpoint between how I look and who I am.  A lot of the trouble came from seeing myself as others saw me, stepping outside and looking back at, which never works, because every one sees me slightly differently, and almost no one saw who I was, rather how I looked.  That relationship became dissonant: I played around with becoming who others thought I was or wanted me to be, which confused my self.   I was never really sure who I was, constantly re-inventing myself.</p>
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		<title>By: Peter Findler</title>
		<link>http://www.splagkhna.org/stray-thoughts/#comment-1752</link>
		<author>Peter Findler</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 15:20:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Spliggy,

Where are you??</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Spliggy,</p>
<p>Where are you??</p>
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