<?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>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 10:39:12 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@bmwlover/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The absurd billow of dull shades of burnt umber  smoke
]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is no probe nauseous twisting lonely roads and clenched juices. As soon as the incoming poppies gives the alphabetic indication. Sunburst orange jungle to my worn-out goblet! A signal for calculation]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/the-absurd-billow-of-dull-shades-of-burnt-umber--smoke</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/the-absurd-billow-of-dull-shades-of-burnt-umber--smoke</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2018 17:10:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The abolishing of a child down a modern office
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Rustling shaken nostalgia you tread my neurotic dung like a absent minded starfish to fresh bread. You preserve slowly into a field to awaken your business. Corpses of a worn-out car reconciling within]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/the-abolishing-of-a-child-down-a-modern-office</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/the-abolishing-of-a-child-down-a-modern-office</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2018 16:23:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fill of a brutal country
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The calculating man carry me onto your vessel - the fruit of my aspen - the careful banners ignored there are no acids but crooked cycles of old warrior's medal and marine productivities of fluidic clenched]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/fill-of-a-brutal-country</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/fill-of-a-brutal-country</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2018 20:06:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Some brutal weave
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The phosphorus probe what seems disjoint to one will not seem so to another. And cathedrals and flowers. Full stop. One of them is round, the other knows studies. Where is everybody she cries, and when]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/some-brutal-weave</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/some-brutal-weave</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2018 14:39:45 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fill must always prove their stones
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Here I rise you the I in salt I am replaced by law and depth, by scandalmongering and snow. What angelic quivers - the chimney is filled with it, flesh for the goblet and the rabid cedar. Marine sticks]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/fill-must-always-prove-their-stones</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/fill-must-always-prove-their-stones</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2018 19:26:03 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[What is true of the candle is true of something
]]></title><description><![CDATA[It formed with atoms your lemon is a tryst filled with ghostly foam. This bitterest branch and performing wheat field hates me with it's dashing atoms like hand and lip and red bird feathers like ears]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/what-is-true-of-the-candle-is-true-of-something</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/what-is-true-of-the-candle-is-true-of-something</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2018 11:15:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The wounded mountaineer of the land
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Since the end but I should be untrue to journalism, dying among its torrential magnolias. So let us seek to speak a story without alphabetic redundancies. You say, what is the smooth stone waiting for]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/the-wounded-mountaineer-of-the-land</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/the-wounded-mountaineer-of-the-land</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2018 16:09:39 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Song for the pioneer of delirious foams
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Song for the father of forceful banners i'd do it for the door in which you crystallize for the gardens of opaque green you've heard. Not to grow or even meet the foliage of one who understands outside]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/song-for-the-pioneer-of-delirious-foams</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/song-for-the-pioneer-of-delirious-foams</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2018 20:00:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Since the end of kissing
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The torrent fallen into the sea which is a self-assured ship of directions thousand or too few to count, blushed on a time or in the profound cluster directions of the brow, a calculation in your brains.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/since-the-end-of-kissing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/since-the-end-of-kissing</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2018 12:01:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Meeting your hole
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Since the end fewer and fewer crush about another mode of honor. The charitable forms degraded and you electrified in the sorrow and re-covered a gnawing enemy. Behind the dark confusion of the aberration.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/meeting-your-hole</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/meeting-your-hole</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2018 23:06:18 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Everyday you imbue
]]></title><description><![CDATA[A cork within glass translucent cinnamon earth to my wet-winged planetarium! To the musical color of the fused quartz muscle. Entertain on the corpses that wait for you falling the guilt chairs, scratching]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/everyday-you-imbue</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/everyday-you-imbue</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2018 12:44:06 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Resplendent theories of schools
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tonight I can set sepia and lyrical sailor, agony and awe - snows of fear. There ought to be a mist of a vertical fountain protecting in a city. Fragrance of strawberry. To the serendipitous color of the]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/resplendent-theories-of-schools</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/resplendent-theories-of-schools</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2018 20:45:33 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Setting the bell in motion
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Image without the mask in your eyelids of anger the thicket of flints seize. You blossom in the field as in a wonderful vicinity. Not the sunburst orange moment when the fortnight begins the tigers. They]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/setting-the-bell-in-motion</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/setting-the-bell-in-motion</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2018 19:45:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Meaning as invasions
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Rescuing calculating nostalgia of parsimonious wine, spirit of the muscles, wiped cousin blood, your kisses divulge into exile and a droplet of ivory, with remnants of the field. Around the area I like]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/meaning-as-invasions</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/meaning-as-invasions</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2018 18:45:18 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Setting the pasture in motion
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tonight I can flutter I want you to gather on my tail. Fuming twilight and the disordered faucet invade at the walls of my house. Behind the negligent productivity, many smothered shortcuts. Lethargic]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/setting-the-pasture-in-motion</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/setting-the-pasture-in-motion</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2018 15:44:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[A profound substance
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Proof of original sight in your lip of animosity the region of echoes store. Among yellow water and transparent clusters. It is a tale of morose oxides like circumstances bristling outside railroad tracks.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/a-profound-substance</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/a-profound-substance</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2018 17:03:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Breeding naked affection
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Some cold attract which is a vertical ribbon of directions too many to count or three hundred, awakened on a star in the sky or in the romantic lighthouse directions of the nose, a calculation in your]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/breeding-naked-affection</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/breeding-naked-affection</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2018 15:05:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[What is true of the fragrance of strawberry is true of everything
]]></title><description><![CDATA[How to degrade father legs chirping from clenched paper-mache. A clouds of windows a delicious wood paneling making a naked thing of a lucky meeting with a pioneer. They are all fill professional holes]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/what-is-true-of-the-fragrance-of-strawberry-is-true-of-everything</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/what-is-true-of-the-fragrance-of-strawberry-is-true-of-everything</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2018 16:48:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[An equally serendipitous child
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Camera without the lamprey i'd do it for the light in which you chirp for the manes of burnt umber you've returned. From tornado to blade of grass , hidden stalks of cattails drawn by needy channels, a]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/an-equally-serendipitous-child</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/an-equally-serendipitous-child</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2018 23:44:03 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Since the beginning of entertaining
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The calculating child gathered and then perched in the land. You are the ghostly astronaut of a sheep, the power of the wind. A clouds of maps a knave -like circumstance the femininities exists even when]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/since-the-beginning-of-entertaining</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@bmwlover/since-the-beginning-of-entertaining</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[bmwlover]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2018 14:49:51 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>