<?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>Sat, 11 Apr 2026 02:59:55 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@kingofnod/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[A Rather Unfortunate Joke]]></title><description><![CDATA[“I once knew a man, on his hand were nubs and a thumb. He said to me ‘I did this myself. Once for every time a woman broke my heart. I killed them’ This gave me a start. He waited a moment then said ‘Now]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kingofnod/a-rather-unfortunate-joke</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kingofnod/a-rather-unfortunate-joke</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2018 01:19:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/C3TZR1g81UNaPs7vzNXHueW5ZM76DSHWEY7onmfLxcK2iNqBnPPWqnrgRwna4cZspG6FAjs3zxCPH1QJs8NpxWf73Wk8A95TV9Zjgx35iHHW6ctfNBzDdsL?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Infernal Pais (Pt. I)]]></title><description><![CDATA[The world is a door from which glory underneath seeps. Man discerns meager shadows. Before the door lie cramped men aspiring in multitude : horde of men, myriad men, throng of men, report, distort, devise!]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/infernal-pais-pt-i</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/infernal-pais-pt-i</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2018 23:30:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/C3TZR1g81UNaPs7vzNXHueW5ZM76DSHWEY7onmfLxcK2iQGsC4wYLPe7hGit8HBYoGXa9oTpgjqZjoUV6N16orKbdGKdvqBqFZC6TFrhbgbrjWyq9kzAnQ6?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Public Lynching]]></title><description><![CDATA[Other things know me, as mass of men - women - children, witnesses & intruders, on my misfortune, know my cries as the cane struck my welted back, as they knew the sounds my throat makes as men unknown]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/a-public-lynching</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/a-public-lynching</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2018 23:21:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/C3TZR1g81UNaPs7vzNXHueW5ZM76DSHWEY7onmfLxcK2iQWZf3VwNtXQ2S3pkdVwSNmkgMcaoAx5E7G53zobW8pMDa1TqqxBnh3NuYipVLoxYsnSMWQFtm4?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Pacific!]]></title><description><![CDATA[Day started out gloomy enough, not for anything do they call this area "Fog Town". It wasn't inviting weather, but I decided to take the bike out for a little ride. I ran into this graffito on]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/walkwithme/@kingofnod/the-pacific</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/walkwithme/@kingofnod/the-pacific</guid><category><![CDATA[walkwithme]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2018 01:24:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYXpbQgdZoobwTVSTwrXTgGj14biDToSP2bgvWrLBNVtntiHRdq9cgHn5b6FnuK718p3Y4BRePx?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[J.C.G]]></title><description><![CDATA[I met him one day through Ariana. He was singing Kanye West's "Golddigger" in requisite high-pitch; he had long brown hair and a protrusive nose, he looked like a cross between Ray Romano and]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/friendswithweed/@kingofnod/john-christopher-gonzales</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/friendswithweed/@kingofnod/john-christopher-gonzales</guid><category><![CDATA[friendswithweed]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 16 Feb 2018 23:28:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/PB8ro82ZpZP5xqHVTtgzxr9jRnPYTxeDK7ZMexdNyRS49BUr5MaRmMjXREqsuvJBKZ3fDNcwb4MRfSMF2abeGzkqagRiDRXGmQULZBez5bQCjEeJ?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Dog Dies In This Story]]></title><description><![CDATA[I know it. I know, like the earth beneath me is hot and hard, like the dumb sky is godforsaken blue, like the flesh that covers me like a straitjacket, that the counselor and his kinfolk are gods; and]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@kingofnod/a-dog-dies-in-this-story</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@kingofnod/a-dog-dies-in-this-story</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2018 05:19:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Nazi Literature in the Americas]]></title><description><![CDATA[I had this book in prison, even in the SHU, and did not get to it til now. It's a collection of stories about Nazi sympathizing writers throughout the Americas. The stories range in styles. They catalogue]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/currentlyreading/@kingofnod/nazi-literature-in-the-americas</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/currentlyreading/@kingofnod/nazi-literature-in-the-americas</guid><category><![CDATA[currentlyreading]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2018 03:35:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/x7L2VSNEiyA8EysYesDPaSMiJ9LwNCJtmFdfsNEDiUvDoEVPjAvnYAsc7Fh9mETKStvN5GqZPu9au7L?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ladies & Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space]]></title><description><![CDATA[She was bewildered, as she liked to say, by the person she was; and like soul-nauseous of some inner deadness, or, maybe, not deadness but a sleeping numbness, like a soul-part that had been so constantly,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@kingofnod/ladies-and-gentlemen-we-are-floating-in-space</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@kingofnod/ladies-and-gentlemen-we-are-floating-in-space</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2018 23:07:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Violent Ends]]></title><description><![CDATA[i tear my throat open as a gazelle is torn between a lion’s maw, and recline on my mother’s rocking chair, at the edge of a Martian crag and smoke a cigarette, and watch the smoke billow out from my throat]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/violent-means</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/violent-means</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2018 06:46:30 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Apparitions]]></title><description><![CDATA[I Ever since Irene decided to stay in New York I’d taken up with her younger sister, Natalie. I found Natalie to be a more realized woman than Irene, who in hindsight resembled more of an apparition than]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/apparitions-pt-3</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/apparitions-pt-3</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2018 18:15:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZoXdeYKxbJTSrB6PK7Xhr8kuAYSp5ZXsbfkmNATccoP7zcN46fNHA8SKPnm3gH315DhxcCATgr?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Apparitions]]></title><description><![CDATA[I Ever since Irene decided to stay in New York I’d taken up with her younger sister, Natalie. I found Natalie to be a more realized woman than Irene, who in hindsight resembled more of an apparition than]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/bluefieldentopticphenom/@kingofnod/apparitions</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/bluefieldentopticphenom/@kingofnod/apparitions</guid><category><![CDATA[bluefieldentopticphenom]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2018 17:49:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZoXdeYKxbJTSrB6PK7Xhr8kuAYSp5ZXsbfkmNATccoP7zcN46fNHA8SKPnm3gH315DhxcCATgr?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Possibility of Eternity]]></title><description><![CDATA[Night, again, the morbid inhalation of the night opening it's maw as though to decimate, In one long suck, the layers of light still caked to our skin like earth atop a mass grave; but no one dies in vain,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/untitled-10-41-pm</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/untitled-10-41-pm</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2018 06:46:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Introducing myself]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hey. I'm Kon. I write poetry and stories and rant every now and then. Somethings about me: I'm 26, I'm a student, I'm an artist, and I'm an ex-con. I'm pansexual and am in a committed relationship with]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/introducemyself/@kingofnod/introducing-myself</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/introducemyself/@kingofnod/introducing-myself</guid><category><![CDATA[introducemyself]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2018 01:33:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hymn for Mal by The King of Nod]]></title><description><![CDATA[Inspiration made flesh my callipygian Muse after Helen: men clash in order to pay their dues to my callipygian Muse. A strip of radiant land separates prominent mountains. Telle’s glorious glow commands]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/hymn-for-mal-by-the-king-of-nod</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kingofnod/hymn-for-mal-by-the-king-of-nod</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kingofnod]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2018 19:14:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYrFQU1K3k29oAXhfJGQS8kxH1VuRd8XkGX12VNivEe9YBsHPw9PweyjWS2jBzJPxii7FuY79iW?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>