<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>https://ecency.com</link><image><url>https://ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>https://ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2026 09:26:02 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/@funkpond/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Bad trip]]></title><description><![CDATA[Faith waste man Between the snickerdoodle drop top of plans-- crammed I want to snatch, my urging act -- I kissed the blue topaz stone embedded in the ring on my right hand ring finger and prayed, "If]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@funkpond/bad-trip</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@funkpond/bad-trip</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[funkpond]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2017 10:48:33 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mute and continue]]></title><description><![CDATA[The strange attraction between an old young man and a young old woman, "Harmless and complicated", The age gap made friends. Relief at the tired tension, Squeezed at the fire's quenchin', Mute]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@funkpond/mute-and-continue</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@funkpond/mute-and-continue</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[funkpond]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2017 10:12:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[the sick artist]]></title><description><![CDATA[Should I believe I'm deep and use words that steep and saturate the message meant to convey?--easily identifiable words that make a person leap, "sick, sick"-- Should you believe me deep, belieb]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@funkpond/the-sick-artist</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@funkpond/the-sick-artist</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[funkpond]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2016 06:31:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[the fuck heir's Grace]]></title><description><![CDATA["Ta hell wit it!", slammed my empty miller lite can on the bar counter and looked around. "Who-- when'd this fucker get here?" in my head--An old man was staring at me in the corner]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@funkpond/grace-of-the-fuck-heir</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@funkpond/grace-of-the-fuck-heir</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[funkpond]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2016 14:32:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Feeling genuine pity]]></title><description><![CDATA[Feeling genuine pity-- Curating angels, garments in tangles. Lapdogs don't want to be lapdogs, they just are. In the face of approval: What's 'steem'ing 'hot' came excretion. The sacral orafice remains]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@funkpond/feeling-genuine-pity</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@funkpond/feeling-genuine-pity</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[funkpond]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2016 03:37:24 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>