{"id":1000,"date":"2004-11-01T00:05:00","date_gmt":"2004-11-01T00:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/11\/01\/sort-of-like-the-taste-of-gray\/"},"modified":"2004-11-01T00:05:00","modified_gmt":"2004-11-01T00:05:00","slug":"sort-of-like-the-taste-of-gray","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/11\/01\/sort-of-like-the-taste-of-gray\/","title":{"rendered":"sort of like the taste of gray"},"content":{"rendered":"

A mostly mechanical cyborg and his human-looking partner track robotic sex dolls that have murdered their masters. Animated.<\/em> <\/p>\n

“sounds like a plan” <\/p>\n

It’s fully dark here now by 6 o’clock. Autumn turning into winter, the curvature of the earth evident in the colour of leaves. I would put a soundtrack of quiet flute over walking in forest now. Crisp early afternoon, the leaves too damp for the shush sound of feet through crunchy discarded leaves. <\/p>\n

I think we learn slowly and all at once. We, as people, accumulate. There’s not a lot we don’t know about things when we’re around them all the time, even if we’re not aware of our knowledge. This is a personal thing, perhaps, but it’s unlikely that I could properly talk about the inside of anyone else’s head. I know I learn by osomsis, that I know many things for which there is no explanation of my expertise. I enjoy that about myself, that I hear pronouncements spill forth from me with the heavy edged conviction of assurance. <\/p>\n

All day I somehow knew that I would do nothing for this evening. No tangible reason, just what I knew. I don’t mind. It would have been nice to go dancing, but there are other factors in play with such. Fuel for one. In spite of the fact that Silva brought over a tartus bag of food hours ago, I’ve been barely able to take the effort to chew and swallow. It’s simply not that sort of day. All plans are meaningless. <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A mostly mechanical cyborg and his human-looking partner track robotic sex dolls that have murdered their masters. Animated. “sounds like a plan” It’s fully dark here now by 6 o’clock. Autumn turning into winter, the curvature of the earth evident in the colour of leaves. I would put a soundtrack of quiet flute over walking … Continue reading “sort of like the taste of gray”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1000","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1000","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1000"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1000\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1000"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1000"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1000"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}