{"id":1807,"date":"2006-04-08T12:39:00","date_gmt":"2006-04-08T12:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/04\/08\/1807\/"},"modified":"2006-04-08T12:39:00","modified_gmt":"2006-04-08T12:39:00","slug":"1807","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2006\/04\/08\/1807\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

hello.<\/a><\/p>\n

  • Monkey Fluids<\/a>\n
  • Married to the Sea<\/a>.\n
  • Cow abduction<\/a>.\n
  • Your Paragraph Negates Woofer.<\/a>\n

    Duncan as a sweet young thing: part one<\/a>, part two<\/a>.<\/p>\n

    Saw Brick on Thursday with Sam at the Tinseltown special premier. I watched it with a feeling of deep appreciation, but I don’t think it made the same astounding impression on me as it seems to have on most of my friends. The idea was clever, the follow-through skilled and intelligent, but that’s what I expected. I wasn’t surprised.<\/p>\n

    Three more mystery letters have arrived.<\/b> The last two had no postmark, though they had stamps.<\/p>\n\n\n
    \n Beloved Jhayne,<\/p>\n

    Once upon a yesterday, when strangers
    \nwoke in familiar places and other woke
    \nin familiar faces, a young woman walked
    \nthrough the forest searching for a flower
    \nfor her hair. Now, any child knows that
    \nmore flowers are found in fields than
    \nforests, but this young woman was vain
    \nand wanted a flower one had seen before.
    \nAfter much wandering she found a tree with
    \ngolden leaves and blossoms that glittered
    \nlike gems. When she plucked a flower, the
    \ngolden leaves cut her hands and stained
    \nit red with blood. The young woman ran
    \nfrom the forest, and though her hands still bled
    \nwhen she arrived home, her mother only said,
    \n“What a pretty red flower in your hair.” The
    \nflower never fell or faded,
    \nand few noticed that
    \nher fingernails were
    \ngolden and her
    \ntears glittered
    \nlike gems.<\/p>\n

    X<\/p>\n

    Love\n <\/td>\n

    		\n Sweet Jhayne,<\/p>\n

    Once upon a yesterday, when the stars
    \nstill sang and the sea still listened, the
    \nman in the moon came down to visit to you in
    \na dream. He said, “Over the rainbow is
    \nover-rated, you know. I don’t belong in
    \na place where blue birds sing, nor
    \nlittle girls from Kansas neither.” “I like to
    \nsing,” you replied. “You’re not from Kansas,
    \nnow, are you?” said he. “And you know
    \nbetter than to stop believing in fairy tales.”
    \n“Sometimes I wonder,” you said, but for now
    \nyou’d believe in dreams, and the man in the
    \nmoon. It’s rude not to believe in someone as
    \nhe sits at the foot of your bed. “I have to
    \nwake up,” you said, so you may not have
    \nheard him say, “When the end comes, I’ll be back. We’ll go
    \nunder the rainbow,
    \nyou and I – see
    \nhow far it
    \ntakes us.”<\/p>\n

    X Love\n <\/td>\n

    		\nPrecious Jhayne,<\/p>\n

    Once upon a yesterday, when certain girls
    \ncried diamonds and certain trees grew
    \ngold, a woman lived in a hour on a hill
    \nfrom which she could almost see the
    \nocean, but not quite. Every night the
    \nstars would singer her to sleep and she
    \nwould dream of a prince who would show
    \nher the sea. Every morning she awoke to
    \nthe smell of salt. Once day a handsome
    \nman passed by her house on the hill,
    \nand she asked him “Are you my prince?”
    \nThe prince looked at her and said, “I
    \nwould not want an ugly woman.” The ugly
    \nwoman watched as he walked away. That
    \nnight, when the stars began to sing, she said,
    \n“I do not want to dream anymore.” The stars,
    \nsilenced. Now the ugly
    \nwoman does not sleep
    \nbut looks to where
    \nshe can almost
    \nsee the ocean,
    \nbut not quite.<\/p>\n

    X <\/p>\n

    Love\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    hello. Monkey Fluids Married to the Sea. Cow abduction. Your Paragraph Negates Woofer. Duncan as a sweet young thing: part one, part two. Saw Brick on Thursday with Sam at the Tinseltown special premier. I watched it with a feeling of deep appreciation, but I don’t think it made the same astounding impression on me … Continue reading “”<\/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":[664,157,636,663,628],"class_list":["post-1807","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-anonymous-letters","tag-friends","tag-love-letters","tag-mystery","tag-sam"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1807","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=1807"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1807\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1807"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1807"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1807"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}