{"id":250,"date":"2002-10-27T16:18:48","date_gmt":"2002-10-28T00:18:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/?p=250"},"modified":"2002-10-27T16:18:48","modified_gmt":"2002-10-28T00:18:48","slug":"wild-horse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/?p=250","title":{"rendered":"wild horse"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>each of these<br \/>\nmy three babies<br \/>\nI will carry with me<br \/>\nfor myself<br \/>\nI ask no one else will be<br \/>\nmother to these three<br \/>\nand of course<br \/>\nI&#8217;m like a wild horse<br \/>\nbut there&#8217;s no other way I could be<br \/>\nwater + feed<br \/>\nare not tools that I need<br \/>\nfor the thing that I&#8217;ve chosen to be<\/p>\n<p>-three babies, sinead<\/p>\n<p>so i finally understand why i can&#8217;t get her out of my mind. it feels like high school all over again, the almost blind affection that was sinead. my first female rock star obsession. i dig sinead such much my prom date was a sinead wanna be. it takes serious guts for a girl of 16 to shave her head and i admired that.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><br \/>\nthe embodiement that was my attraction is the whole tough act but really probably the tenderest woman on the inside. sorta like a wild horse that can&#8217;t be tame but once she trusts you, i can only imagine that trust being unparallel. she&#8217;s told me so many times in so many ways that she wants to be wild and free. i think i finally get it now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>each of these my three babies I will carry with me for myself I ask no one else will be mother to these three and of course I&#8217;m like a wild horse but there&#8217;s no other way I could be water + feed are not tools that I need for the thing that I&#8217;ve chosen to be -three babies, sinead so i finally understand why i can&#8217;t get her out of my mind. it feels like high school all over again, the almost blind affection that was sinead. my first female rock star obsession. i dig sinead [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[23],"tags":[40],"class_list":["post-250","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-thoughts","tag-random"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pb4m0Z-42","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/250","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=250"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/250\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=250"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=250"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=250"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}