The yin is yinning,
the sin is sinning,
and singularity is a pixelated thing.
Spinning yin as a sin,
The sin is sinning.
I’m cosining the byline,
spinning yin as a sin,
I am so tired of this same old refrain.
I’m cosining the byline,
the yawn is yawning,
I am so tired of this same old refrain,
the yang is yanging.
The yawn is yawning,
the yin is yinning,
the yang is yanging,
and singularity is a pixelated thing.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 10:07 PM UTC
The yin is yinning,
the sin is sinning,
and singularity is a pixelated thing.
Spinning yin as a sin,
The sin is sinning.
I’m cosining the byline,
spinning yin as a sin,
I am so tired of this same old refrain.
I’m cosining the byline,
the yawn is yawning,
I am so tired of this same old refrain,
the yang is yanging.
The yawn is yawning,
the yin is yinning,
the yang is yanging,
and singularity is a pixelated thing.
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