<?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[My Site 2]]></title><description><![CDATA[My Site 2]]></description><link>https://jaynort33.wixsite.com/my-site-2/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2026 05:06:52 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://jaynort33.wixsite.com/my-site-2/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[I Went for Groceries]]></title><description><![CDATA[Flotation Device Left Behind Reinforce my purpose with another, while standing with an err to matter. Silly string covers me like colorful tentacles flapping in the wind. The backwash of guilt floating to the top. Shoulder to shadow our feet jump. Is there room or does the consciousness need to vacate. My head feeling like loose change in a springless sofa left for anyone to salvage and profit. It’s time to pay, walk the plank of broken hearts. You should be and are familiar with being...]]></description><link>https://jaynort33.wixsite.com/my-site-2/post/i-went-for-groceries</link><guid isPermaLink="false">692e5e885602d55b6723a126</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2025 03:36:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8bdeea_209dd6b90c334ad4b26b6379596e97c8~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Jason Norton</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Warped Timeline]]></title><description><![CDATA[Reinforcing Existence                                                          My yard is full of shipwrecked angels. Fingerprints erased; wings clipped. I am no longer me, looking at others who feel my presence. Searching an internal location mapped out for reference. Tiredness places me in the wrong line of sight. Pressuring myself not to consume what matters, noticing flapping eyelids like frogs in the moonlight. Everyone's breathing, not surviving, the temples collapse when empty of...]]></description><link>https://jaynort33.wixsite.com/my-site-2/post/warped-timeline</link><guid isPermaLink="false">692e5e33724244a5fa6d1ea2</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2025 03:34:58 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://video.wixstatic.com/video/8bdeea_b9860382495c4e8c910c4e2a93b4a4f6/1080p/mp4/file.mp4" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Jason Norton</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Spinning ]]></title><description><![CDATA[A Safe Place of Passage and Sound Pinwheeling thoughts bouncing in percussion with simplified emotions. Rupturing and grinding of teeth to prevent an infectious bray of words. Lampshades and attic doors prevent my escape, redundant vibrations of echoing footsteps. Lightless closets filled with soleless shoes offer me protection amongst the twisted corners of fear. A miscellaneous jukebox appears in my dreams with blank records and labels for pressing the tunes of life,  free from scratches...]]></description><link>https://jaynort33.wixsite.com/my-site-2/post/spinning</link><guid isPermaLink="false">692e5d8c724244a5fa6d1d57</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2025 03:32:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://video.wixstatic.com/video/8bdeea_b82536322f634199b775f2fea591df7a/1080p/mp4/file.mp4" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Jason Norton</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>