{"id":1839,"date":"2012-01-12T23:30:36","date_gmt":"2012-01-12T13:30:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/?p=1839"},"modified":"2012-01-13T04:57:51","modified_gmt":"2012-01-12T18:57:51","slug":"december","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/december\/","title":{"rendered":"December."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a rain in Boston, I fell down. Below the red carpet dusty megaphones were singing. Carol tides. <\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t you wanna go home, they said, I do. Well then just go home they said, I will. April would be perfect, they roast frapped berries in yonder park. Is that where home is, they asked, dunno. In a dream he was just a baby, helpless beyond the thunderous night. His hair was long, thick black and smooth like an Asian beauty that you will never get to know. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been workin&#8217;, he said, workin&#8217; hard. Chopping down Christmas trees, dragging them with trucks. Here&#8217;s what I&#8217;ve got he said, his mouth foul with beer. Was this the man I saw in him? I ran away and ran on, basketball park. Yellow jackets flow, I flew with them home. Flew with them home, flew flew with them home. <\/p>\n<p>Falling in Boston down is no light matter, cigarettes. Never a flight less. Buckle up and sleep, now. And drink on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Once upon a rain in Boston, I fell down. Below the red carpet dusty megaphones were singing. Carol tides. Don&#8217;t you wanna go home, they said, I do. Well then just go home they said, I will. April would be&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1839","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1839","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1839"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1839\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1845,"href":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1839\/revisions\/1845"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1839"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1839"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1839"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}