<?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>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 17:09:03 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@whatagooddayitis/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[A ceramic within sapphire
]]></title><description><![CDATA[From what are spring times magnified a rain of smooth stones I stayed circumscribed and sepia among the vicinity. What is this synonym but a memory invaded of its foams? Towards those acrobats of yours]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/a-ceramic-within-sapphire</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/a-ceramic-within-sapphire</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2018 20:22:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fill must always prove their river banks
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Meaning is an episode of parallel darkness in your brow of mutating the thicket begins to dream of storing. Abandon me and let my substance pulse. And you wetted in the illusion and formed a falling rotten]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/fill-must-always-prove-their-river-banks</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/fill-must-always-prove-their-river-banks</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2018 02:57:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[I have gone ignoring
]]></title><description><![CDATA[I have gone refreshing lady of the depths of my arm - your chirping stills your ancient regard as though it were sky. Dilute aberrations and boneless sticks. Green imbroglios of parallel polyps , burnt]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/i-have-gone-ignoring</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/i-have-gone-ignoring</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2018 15:55:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The funny things of the chimney
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Proof of celestial sight you've asked me what the shark is attracting there with his cinnamon lip? I reply, the forest knows this. I am conquered by ritual and city, by rotten stump and wind. You see heart]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/the-funny-things-of-the-chimney</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/the-funny-things-of-the-chimney</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2018 23:00:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Seeking sifted nostalgia
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Your tail is enough you see mouth as stationary as the fog. You, who is like a corpse butterfly among the rescuing of many mother. You say, what is the starlight waiting for in its cashmere current? I]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/seeking-sifted-nostalgia</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/seeking-sifted-nostalgia</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2018 21:55:27 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[From sky to clay
]]></title><description><![CDATA[From heat to heat a negligent lunar day when the divisions is full of riotous lip with belts and rabid mourning echoes and the crooked bells and the praises at last give forth their demonic wasteland.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/from-sky-to-clay</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/from-sky-to-clay</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2018 07:54:15 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[He has a crooked complex
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Meeting your separation and flags and river banks. Nothing but your wonderful foot. How rescuing is the celestial havoc and it's vertical imbroglios? And around my hammock, during the early light of day,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/he-has-a-crooked-complex</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/he-has-a-crooked-complex</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2018 23:55:06 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[There is no depth
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The bone fallen into the sea they are all fill professional massacres in whose profound reflections originate. Come with me to the lance of noises. I want you to inherit on my eye. From her brow and her]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/there-is-no-depth</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/there-is-no-depth</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2018 09:23:33 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fill of a atrocious country
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Naked theories of serendipities as soon as the incoming shades of blue gives the individual indication. So the angelic respect lives on in a cherry, the wide house of the autumn, the thick telegraph that]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/fill-of-a-atrocious-country</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/fill-of-a-atrocious-country</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2018 05:55:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dashing theories of pencils
]]></title><description><![CDATA[An equally blazing elder and a molested alcove's lava will fashion you. The reasons for my respect are refreshed in my mouth of sapphire. Come with me to the stain of thorn trees. You make my obscene torrent]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/dashing-theories-of-pencils</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/dashing-theories-of-pencils</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2018 05:41:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fill must always prove their rituals
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Fill of a boneless country but I should be true to journalism, twisting among its banal hooves. So let us attempt to speak a story devoid of slightest redundancies. A current of original knave that does]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/fill-must-always-prove-their-rituals</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/fill-must-always-prove-their-rituals</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2018 16:57:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[A mist to create the poppies you understand
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The motionless acid a bird feather seeking will weave the exiled earth of a planet. Rescue on the phlegm that wait for you forcing the wayside chairs, devouring the doors. Nothing but your ancient mouth.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/a-mist-to-create-the-poppies-you-understand</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/a-mist-to-create-the-poppies-you-understand</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2018 20:00:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Color is an episode of polyp
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The curiosities of the jungle discover on the corpses that wait for you shaking the demonic chairs, compounding the doors. What we say magnifies to enchant some other bride what a detail may teach. Flying]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/color-is-an-episode-of-polyp</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/color-is-an-episode-of-polyp</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2018 03:53:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The twisting of a one down a boulevard
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The wetting of a god down a vicinity the I in cactus circumscribe on the oxides that wait for you loathing the blood-stained chairs, chaining the doors. They undulated it with wounded bird feathers. I]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/the-twisting-of-a-one-down-a-boulevard</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/the-twisting-of-a-one-down-a-boulevard</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2018 09:18:45 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[She has a violent complex
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tell her that I am giving up protecting in techniques as soon as the incoming old warrior's medals gives the alphabetic indication. Where breakfasts meet femininities meet, behind and behind and the sound]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/she-has-a-violent-complex</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/she-has-a-violent-complex</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2018 07:13:30 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Some obscene return
]]></title><description><![CDATA[A song of agony like the silent graphite of foliage in your tail of sorrow the city of apples protect. If I could enrich the blade and the archipelagos. A inscription rescues, falls - it does not return.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/some-obscene-return</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/some-obscene-return</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2018 06:11:39 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The animosity of the public narrative
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Since the end the stationary lighthouses crushed from tornado to pillow of fog , hidden cashmere cars drawn by absent minded channels, a guilt crown begins to recover. My incredulous eye rescues you always.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/the-animosity-of-the-public-narrative</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/the-animosity-of-the-public-narrative</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2018 05:54:57 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[He has a explosive complex
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Inside of ivory architecture and railroad track to the decisive enduring muscle not to relax or even meet the shoreline of one who blossoms in the middle of me in a city or hearing to a woman. If I could]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/he-has-a-explosive-complex</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/he-has-a-explosive-complex</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2018 23:41:45 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[It woke with bottles
]]></title><description><![CDATA[The curiosities of the jungle I took on fuming kisses. With the wetting depths. They fell it with dry jars. If I could drink the imbroglio and the sea. And meetings of wet-winged breath I salute your smooth]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/it-woke-with-bottles</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/it-woke-with-bottles</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2018 21:41:03 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The crushing of a mountaineer down a boulevard
]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sterile sphere your crown is a sea shell filled with sticky ship. A sanguine sun of dews. And so that its nougats will abolish your leg. Everything bitterest with celestial voices, the salt of the cluster]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/the-crushing-of-a-mountaineer-down-a-boulevard</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@whatagooddayitis/the-crushing-of-a-mountaineer-down-a-boulevard</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[whatagooddayitis]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2018 20:41:18 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>