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Spinner than spun

Once upon a time as this paragraph beings, the first sentence leads to the end. My intentions intending these words that I'm sending to you as a friend I extend. If you have an ear that you can hear with right here then would you lend, as for me an ear of corn I will send. You can not ascend from descending and descend from ascending at the same point and time then transcend from pretending. Over the deep end is where I'm blind and blend in with the blended, blendingly unblending. To defend is to commend, condescended by this condescension as the weak continously condescend. A sinning offender repeatedly without surrender, a fake grinning contender a mindbender to remember. Broken at the skin as I broke at the mend, I can not ammend what I broke at the bend, how swimmingly I now drown broken at the fin, up with dope smoke now it's gone with the wind. Once again and again on this poison independently I depend again. Once again once again and again and again for myself I must fend once again. As for me as for I as for myself I must tend. Once again and again, again once again, I spend again once again, hemmed in by the wickedness they vend again. A misfit now nowhere I find I fit in, self loathing is becoming my trendy new trend, inside me is the enemy I unbecomingly befriend, looking in the mirror I am sincerely contemned, I'll take one on the chin for I am MR. ZINN. Distance I recommend from yourself and from your sins from within, demons can become closer than your first next of kin, I keenly comprehend as all around me is clearly condemned. Depending the ending with the ending still pending, I'm attending perhaps intending on pretending in a happy ending. As the stingy and dingy infringe on this binge, I am singed and unhinged by their twinge as they cringe. Red ink stains on the wall like bloody dope inside a rusty syringe. Pensive I set and spin with my red inked bic pen, pinned in by my pen thoughts I send. Although the beginning is now ending and the ending has begun beginning, with the extended ending still pending I'm splendidly zen. It's not so much how you start the race that mostly matters, nor does it matter much where it's at WIN you begin. What's comparatively imperative is the fact of the matter what's more importantly rather is how you finish it and where your heart's at WIN you end.

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