{"id":1171,"date":"2005-01-20T13:41:00","date_gmt":"2005-01-20T13:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/01\/20\/emilie-simon-makes-me-want-to-write-i-could-never-say-no-to-emilie-simon\/"},"modified":"2005-01-20T13:41:00","modified_gmt":"2005-01-20T13:41:00","slug":"emilie-simon-makes-me-want-to-write-i-could-never-say-no-to-emilie-simon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/01\/20\/emilie-simon-makes-me-want-to-write-i-could-never-say-no-to-emilie-simon\/","title":{"rendered":"Emilie Simon makes me want to write. I could never say no to Emilie Simon."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Your heart, it tastes like the imagination of wine.  The source, the honour soft like feathers, soft like a delicate  paintbrush used only to trace the arching line over an eye. Morals and eel teeth, stranger things have come from this. Integrity brave like the moon, but I&#8217;ve been bruised like the sweetest kisses. Another following a light, another moth moment of fluttering certainty. Here is pride. <\/p>\n<p>Now I know what I look like from the outside, but you are farther, so more so. I can see what I have a chance to become. Not you, but similar. The chance of righteous amusement in every quirk of hand, my tongue.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Your heart, it tastes like the imagination of wine. The source, the honour soft like feathers, soft like a delicate paintbrush used only to trace the arching line over an eye. Morals and eel teeth, stranger things have come from this. Integrity brave like the moon, but I&#8217;ve been bruised like the sweetest kisses. Another &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/01\/20\/emilie-simon-makes-me-want-to-write-i-could-never-say-no-to-emilie-simon\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Emilie Simon makes me want to write. I could never say no to Emilie Simon.&#8221;<\/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-1171","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1171","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=1171"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1171\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1171"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1171"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1171"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}