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burst out from a cloud because i said i wanted to even though you write about burst and then i wonder if what I’m saying is cliche, if we’re all connected and we all think the same things. then if we think the same things we write the same things and no one wants to read another’s writing because it’s the same as our own.
so let’s burst forth, burst out of this bubble out of this planet out of this solitary confining life and be FREE. Burst. a happy sort of explosion.

» Posted By 'stine On 01.09.2010 @ 8:01 pm


fold my pants, please. Why won’t you do it yourself? Why should I do it myself? I have you to help me. Don’t you understand the creases’ workings? The folding, the starching, the way they need to bend to properly fit in the drawer?

I don’t understand. You do it.

No, I think you should do it yourself.

Don’t fold. Don’t give up. Be flexible. Fold. Fo*l*d. Foiled… as folded.

» Posted By 'stine On 11.30.2009 @ 1:26 pm


I wrote about gallop yesterday, and paused before I write this today. I wonder if we, the collective one-word-ers, did not succeed to high enough standards and have to re-take this “test”. I wonder if there are two definitions of the word “gallop” and it therefore can be used for 2 days, in different ways.

Or I’m in a different time zone than this website, so while it lets me write about it a second time, it’s actually not tomorrow yet.

When does tomorrow arrive?

» Posted By 'stine On 11.11.2009 @ 7:12 am

galloping along i travel in a straightish line. Not entirely straight for the curves in the path and the spikey leaves on either side of me; both I and the horse wish to avoid these so as to remove the possibility of pain from stabby scratches. We are running as one, we gallop under the night sky, and continue for eons. Continue until we ARE the night sky, and cannot go anywhere else for the stars are all the same; our neighbours.

» Posted By 'stine On 11.10.2009 @ 4:31 pm


Gem. There’s a gem in everything, don’t you know? Aside from astrology gemini, there’s jewellery, stars, and a bazillion other forms of beauty that I would classify as gems. Of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I cannot finish this.


» Posted By 'stine On 10.26.2009 @ 7:49 pm


there is a crane in the park. It swoops, picks things up, and moves them elsewhere. Seemingly flying through the sky, effortless, the operator is unknown. Do you crane your neck to see the crane? Is the crane operator an extension of the crane?

No rain. K. C-rane.

Naught else to say. …..sigh.

» Posted By 'stine On 10.24.2009 @ 10:37 am


The piano is gorgeous. I wish so much to sit at its base, stroke the keys, make tunes alive through our interaction. There’s gracefulness, there’s spunk, there’s everything in between.

It is what you make it.

Limited keys, but unlimited possibilities. This seems impossible, but is it really?

» Posted By 'stine On 10.23.2009 @ 6:34 pm

there was a piano at my school intoronto. i think there was anyway. i never learned how to play it, but it always was interesting and I wanted to push keys down whenever i passed by it–didn’t all kids? Really, who can resist making music?

pianos need to be tuned a lot, which could turn people off from learning them. but why do so many parents make their kids learn piano? so they can read music? impress at dinner parties? some old school custom? who knows…

i have more questions than answers. it’s interesting to note.

» Posted By 'stine On 10.23.2009 @ 6:33 pm


global economic crisis is occurring, or so I’m told.

The globe, though, is a part of a newspaper, and can be a teaching aid. Not the newspaper, the globe of the earth.

Globe… round… spherical.

Globual comes to mind, but that’s not what I’m writing about, right?

Globe and Mail. Globe your life. Steph’s home.

» Posted By 'stine On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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