{"id":745,"date":"2007-04-06T00:53:15","date_gmt":"2007-04-06T08:53:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/?p=745"},"modified":"2014-12-31T23:31:58","modified_gmt":"2015-01-01T07:31:58","slug":"the-passion-of-lovers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/?p=745","title":{"rendered":"the passion of lovers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>i live on the fumes of passion, that which sustains on those lonely nights in a 4500 sq ft studio. while the cocteau twins drown any possibility of deep thoughts, i savior the polarized emotions by which they evoke. bearly a year ago i was probably near the end of my rope with the passion for the &#8216;work&#8217; and if it wasn&#8217;t for her, i would be incredibly bitter by my own actions. alas, things continue to work out as they &#8216;should&#8217; and i continue to stumble on the high road of &quot;purpose&quot;. with 150% of the recommended purpose as prescribed the united federation of monkey monks, i walk a fine line of living passionately and not giving a shit if it results to anything.and you can see why a man be misconstrued by his fellow monks. the one issue is a question of time. i continue to live as if i have 50 years and that far too short to love her and create art. that is unless we become the art itself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i live on the fumes of passion, that which sustains on those lonely nights in a 4500 sq ft studio. while the cocteau twins drown any possibility of deep thoughts, i savior the polarized emotions by which they evoke. bearly a year ago i was probably near the end of my rope with the passion for the &#8216;work&#8217; and if it wasn&#8217;t for her, i would be incredibly bitter by my own actions. alas, things continue to work out as they &#8216;should&#8217; and i continue to stumble on the high road of &quot;purpose&quot;. with 150% of the [&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":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-745","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-thoughts"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pb4m0Z-c1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/745","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=745"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/745\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5653,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/745\/revisions\/5653"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=745"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=745"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jack.orangephotography.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=745"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}