{"id":1406,"date":"2005-05-07T17:18:00","date_gmt":"2005-05-07T17:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/05\/07\/breaking-the-window\/"},"modified":"2005-05-07T17:18:00","modified_gmt":"2005-05-07T17:18:00","slug":"breaking-the-window","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/05\/07\/breaking-the-window\/","title":{"rendered":"breaking the window"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\"> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/12512642\/\" title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos8.flickr.com\/12512642_1a7c3d34ec_m.jpg\" alt=\"\" style=\"border: solid 2px #000000;\" \/><\/a> <br \/> <span style=\"font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;\">  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/12512642\/\">friday I&#8217;m in love<\/a>  <br \/>  Originally uploaded by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/people\/foxtongue\/\">Foxtongue<\/a>. <\/span><\/div>\n<p>I could wrap myself up in acetate, preserve this like money under a mattress in an old folks home in brilliant cloth of jungle flower passion colours. I could keep on trying to run after the butterflies that chase through my stomach on my way to meet you, capture them in a net made from the hair on your head which has slipped away in my hands. I could dance in the rain on a sea-side promenade and laugh while I reach my hands to you under a dark awning lit by lightning under a fox marriage sky. There are many possibilities and they keep looking back to you and the pattern on the blankets of a bed that was bigger than where we lived once.<\/p>\n<p>The internet never ceases to amaze, as proved well with this gem that <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/~bloodykitty\">Dominique<\/a> sent me, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.people.virginia.edu\/~bmg8c\/4600399.htm\">Lion Mutilates 42 Midgets in Cambodian Ring-Fight.<\/a><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s funny, people have come between Bill and I yet he remains My Ex. Like how the in between relationships haven&#8217;t impacted, never existed. He&#8217;s sound for The Center now, the largest theatre we have in town. I&#8217;m wary of spending time so soon into being single again, yet if we were even slightly more in touch, I would ask him to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.vancouverdungeon.com\/newsletter.htm#Masquerade\">the fetish Masquerade<\/a> tonight, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/~mgoodbar\">Matthew<\/a> having stood me up. It&#8217;s only a few blocks from my home, but I&#8217;m still feeling a little uncertain about going alone, more so because I was expecting company than for any more expected social fears. <\/p>\n<p>As if to beat&#8230; nevermind. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/~mad_and_crazy\">Nicholas<\/a> found a marvelous, video on horse castration with black and decker drills,  <a href=\"http:\/\/stonemfg.net.\/informational_videos.htm\">&#8220;Henderson Equine Castrating Instrument.&#8221;<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Something is slipping away, it might be my smile, it might be feeling like I need to look after people who aren&#8217;t my family. I want to be able to talk to people, but their feelings have been getting in the way. It&#8217;s the season for splitting off alone again. Spring comes and everyone starts lying, pollen fills the air thick as wanting to get laid. My body&#8217;s remembered what it&#8217;s like to have a lover, but I don&#8217;t feel like giving it one. I&#8217;m sleeping alone, insisting on it, turning down offer after offer and making people sleep on the couch, which is weird for me. I feel sharp somehow, like I&#8217;m going to drop the mask at midnight and slice everyone to ribbons with the little knives that live on the tips of my fingers.<br clear=\"all\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>friday I&#8217;m in love Originally uploaded by Foxtongue. I could wrap myself up in acetate, preserve this like money under a mattress in an old folks home in brilliant cloth of jungle flower passion colours. I could keep on trying to run after the butterflies that chase through my stomach on my way to meet &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/05\/07\/breaking-the-window\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;breaking the window&#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-1406","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1406","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=1406"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1406\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1406"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1406"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1406"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}