I love shifts in perception, in attitude. Seeing things blossom. Though the
\nimplication of a hard friendship was always there, it was never put into true
\npractice.<\/p>\n
Line lives up on the shelf and polish them to a shine. Pick them and eat Tonight was the a wrung out Game of 1000 White Cards. The idea was in toronto i tended to wear skirts and peasant shirts. hippie I love shifts in perception, in attitude. Seeing things blossom. Though the implication of a hard friendship was always there, it was never put into true practice. Line lives up on the shelf and polish them to a shine. Pick them and eat them. The ones with you are to look like pomegranates turned inside out. The way you … Continue reading “it’s not going to stop”<\/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-574","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/574","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=574"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/574\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=574"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=574"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=574"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthem. The ones with you are to look like pomegranates turned inside out.<\/em>
\nThe way you savoured the words, the image. I made you a smile that I devoured.<\/p>\n
\nto collect people and have them drink sangria, but it was not to be. I
\nthink we had fun, but it was an edge of exhaustion push of energy. I’m
\nglad of work tomorrow. Enough time with the mindless will bring back my
\ntaste for words. I am sad to miss SinCity tomorrow, but a prom will
\nhopefully be well worth it. I found a plum dress custom fit to someone
\nI could body double. The tight translucent sleeves will make dancing
\ndifficult, but I swear, if need be I shall tear them off for freedom of
\nmovement. It’s too fun to mess with perception for otherwise. Clothing
\nas costume – a favorite game. <\/p>\n
\nclothing, light carefree and not deadly in the unaccustomed heat.
\nnothing that wasn’t befitting a flowerchild. except once. i was meeting
\nwith joseph at night and i had dressed in black. tight sleeveless black
\nshirt, black pants. clothes to break into buildings with. an
\nassassination outfit. i carried knives then – he hadn’t taught me
\nenough of love otherwise. it was too soon. i scared him. i was so
\ndifferent to see. i stood, i moved in other ways. confident for the
\nfirst time.
\n“you look too dangerous – i can’t see you”<\/b>
\n<\/i> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"