{"id":688,"date":"2011-07-31T05:09:08","date_gmt":"2011-07-31T11:09:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thedailyleaf.su\/?p=688"},"modified":"2020-04-16T22:25:03","modified_gmt":"2020-04-17T04:25:03","slug":"any-colour-you-like","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thedailyleaf.com\/?p=688","title":{"rendered":"Any Colour You Like"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\t<audio id=\"wp_mep_1\" src=\"adi\/closeup.mp3\"     controls=\"controls\" preload=\"none\" autoplay=\"false\" >\r\n\t\t\r\n\t\t\r\n\t\t\r\n\t\t\r\n\t\t\r\n\t\t\r\n\t\t\r\n\t<\/audio>\r\n<script type=\"text\/javascript\">\r\njQuery(document).ready(function($) {\r\n\t$('#wp_mep_1').mediaelementplayer({\r\n\t\tm:1\r\n\t\t\r\n\t\t,features: ['playpause','current','progress','duration','volume','tracks','fullscreen']\r\n\t\t,audioWidth:400,audioHeight:30\r\n\t});\r\n});\r\n<\/script>\r\n<br \/>\nAudio : <a href=\"http:\/\/itunes.apple.com\/us\/album\/close-up\/id370633684\">via iTunes<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Eric sat awake at the edge of his empty bed, unable to sleep through the sound of rain scraping against his balcony.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thedailyleaf.su\/wp-content\/uploads\/bwrain.gif\" alt=\"Rain\" title=\"Rain\" width=\"280\" height=\"168\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-691\"><\/p>\n<p>Chewing the inside of his bottom lip, lost in thought while his fingers danced on the edge of a dull blade his father had given him on his deathbed the year before.<\/p>\n<p>His attention was affixed to the spinning shadow the ceiling fan overhead cast down on the hardwood floor before him, a habit he found himself drawn into lately.<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;Fuck!&#8221;<\/em>, the blade dropped from his hand as he pulled a bleeding finger to his mouth. 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