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Sunday, March 20, 2005
How about sharing that platter of cheese with me, crackers and all.
I'd love the wine too, preferably chilled to 16 degrees or similar.

I'd really also love to borrow your handbag, that real cool vintage one. I know you love it, but I would love to share it with you, I'll be really nice to you before and after that.

My precious precious things. Will I ever share them?

I will, even the dirty things that hurt me to share with you. I will have to share them with you, because I love you. You must be a beautiful person, that I am hideously compelled to share it with you. I believe you are better than me, so I will share my best friend with you.

I love you, beautiful person, share it with me too.

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This whole deal about sharing, do we all have to do this with our favourite things? 1-3-5, 2-4-6, or weekdays-weekends, or once in a couple of months etc. I will make sure I keep it clean okay, you can have it afterwards.

All those exchanges.

I lie in bed thinking about all those other people and I am sure you do too.

What the heck.

I will share my one thing that I sought to possess, that I might brand as love of the blasphemous ecstasy, that I still wish to possess and regain, that I will share it with you.

Sharing. How wondrous the virtue of this activity.

I don't want to share it with you. It's MINE. You have no say, and no claim on this. What right have you? I have tasted it first, you can try to get what lies ahead but I don't want to let you have it. Are you more qualified than I am to have this more than I do? Ha. You will never succeed. Trust me. What's mine will always be mine.

I am not being selfish, beautiful girl, I am telling you, it's MINE.

Go somewhere else to play, find someone else to play with, and stay away from my playground. It's not healthy for you to remain here, you will injure yourself.


Meanwhile,

My best friend shares me with someone else, I share him with someone else, I share another best friend with herself, and I share this one with the beautiful person.

Sharing, meaningful indeed. No way else to get around this complex world of links and exchanges, all between us.

Learn to share, life will get better! Cheers!

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