<?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[E.D. Dylan]]></title><description><![CDATA[Author]]></description><link>https://www.ediedylan.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2026 19:16:12 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.ediedylan.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Acid Death Game]]></title><description><![CDATA[Cape Town, 1990. Ryan died earlier this year. I've been thinking about this day ever since. We took a drive into the mountains one afternoon. Ryan and I, Ziggy the dog and two travellers we’d picked up earlier. Crashing through the foliage with our water pistols and rolling in the mud – primal and uninhibited. We’d dropped some acid. Our minds were full of forest games, enthralled with the way the light streamed through the canopy of leaves. Later, when the sun began to dip and paint ebony on...]]></description><link>https://www.ediedylan.com/post/acid-death-game</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a22b849861147e38394fda1</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2026 11:52:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4c09e0_222a785c769c49008fdfc7ea8a062fb5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>E.D. Dylan</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>