<?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, 09 May 2026 02:43:54 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@michellero/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Carnations]]></title><description><![CDATA[“The only thing of which one can be guilty of is having given ground relative to one’s desire.” -Jacques Lacan Carnations are animals with the wide open mouths. They seem to be destined to make women fall]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/erotic/@michellero/carnations</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/erotic/@michellero/carnations</guid><category><![CDATA[erotic]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[michellero]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2017 00:50:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/7258xSVeJbKnFEnBwjKLhL15SoynbgJKpQxRd1uowUDrz4n1gvJtraHPHpypchApZWW5M2rJHssa9XX7YMeqY24rxteWkN84nBCPwQ8ufTQJdRKTRaEiV6MqUtVsYsJbJDwy3XuzbKQCW?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Anatomy of Illusions]]></title><description><![CDATA[The bird woman approaches carefully to slither up into the bed. I tremble upon feeling her close. Closer. She thinks I’m sleeping, but she writes a letter on my side. The suspense suffocates me. She thinks]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/sex/@michellero/anatomy-of-illusions</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/sex/@michellero/anatomy-of-illusions</guid><category><![CDATA[sex]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[michellero]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 28 Sep 2017 23:49:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/S5Eokt4BcQdk7EHeT1aYjzebg2hC7hkthT45e6k7xeGiJvb6QXzj9ixVhXuymnwWgEu1MzE?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[About Daniel]]></title><description><![CDATA[I will do you a favor: I will write your biography. To do so I have collected poems, notes, audiovisual material, original letters, and photographs but specially and above all experiences. A few words]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/war/@michellero/about-daniel</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/war/@michellero/about-daniel</guid><category><![CDATA[war]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[michellero]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 28 Sep 2017 23:39:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/S5Eokt4BcQdk7EHeT1aYjzebg2hC7hkthT45eKcUwwcuu26HicF8qS3LjUea4d7Cg9fHNFg?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Luisa]]></title><description><![CDATA[Los trabajadores salían en un buche sudoroso que goteaba fatiga. El mal olor de los pechos amontonados cruzaba la calle hasta tocar las puertas de un olfato astuto. La dueña de esa nariz martillada por]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@michellero/luisa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@michellero/luisa</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[michellero]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2017 14:46:51 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>