Fuck the darkness.
Pat down the sky with vinyl, and let's break the glass to make it twinkle. We heave our stomachs, because that way, we feel. The gutting is real, the cleansing is too fancy.
Pound me into that darkness - I belong there. Check out the mold.
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- Things that make me (Cindy Dinh) Happy
- I'm a Skunk
- Only Skin
- Adhesive Bandages
- To that Road that wasn't very Revolutionary
- interrogator with the smirk
- This, my Commander-in-Chief First Says
- Boiling in my Blood
- Mary
- The Real Ghostbusters
- Movies I want to watch this Winter
- fog fog fog
- Hold On
- Even if I'm dry as my Lips for Years
- Polarism, in Pairs
- One Way to Lose Friends
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