junk junk junk junk XL
... down time taken point point point, hollow point acid streaming in circulation around my throat, cartiledge stretching in spirals, contain the misplacement from the file to direct course line, feeling of the upmost bottom sink with much dismay, eyelids split given rays to sunrise show the distinct light to blind all but men, tainted skins now remain cold and hungry beads of sweat, make known of fingertips reaching out to the figure ahead, missing out on what is without the pleaded misfortune, foxxes scream to the moon and slap the brushy tail in protest, tools and tricks in my bag of plenty are the smallest gesture in my wink of an eye, diamonds slip down the tumble path of lava to the jungle in a hidden puzzle, ocean ambrosia swells against his chest with one breathe eternal space seeps into his membrane ...