<?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, 29 Jun 2026 06:45:43 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/created/nopicturepoetry/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[acciden]]></title><description><![CDATA[when I was older I crammed it in gently . I sat back and yawned . I fled thru the forest in a blaze . I bellowed out in agony. I flipped over the bench. I spat the puke. I itched the back. I sprayed the]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@taylorzurp/acciden</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@taylorzurp/acciden</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[taylorzurp]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2018 00:42:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[dead people]]></title><description><![CDATA[was at the supermarket buying blueberries and some frozen pizza and then I decided I needed some salt as well so I went to that aisle and happened to be where the bread was too so I got that and a few]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@taylorzurp/dead-people</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@taylorzurp/dead-people</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[taylorzurp]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2018 00:37:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[the crust]]></title><description><![CDATA[don't give no fucks when the ceiling ; is falling on top of me. give no fucks when my lungs fill with tar. ''have a balogne sandwich.'' ''yes. mustard too'' I reply. but then why do I always get the crust?]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@taylorzurp/the-crust</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@taylorzurp/the-crust</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[taylorzurp]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2018 00:23:51 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[untitled]]></title><description><![CDATA[i puff on a popcorn scented vape i tilt the fan like so i look out the blinds and see a guy strutting around like elvis i see an old lady with her 80s Walkman picking up her dog shit i see a mailbox that's]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@taylorzurp/4qt4ua-untitled</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@taylorzurp/4qt4ua-untitled</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[taylorzurp]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2018 00:12:39 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>