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Better bite the bullet before I bail. Bedside barflies barely belong between the bleachers and the baseline. Besides, baby’s broadband beats the benchwarmers and browser buzzwords butter me up beyond belief. Baaaaaattter up! Bound to break a bone with these beatings. Believe me, I’m blacking out. Been bound and busy busting buttons in the background. Unbeknownst to bystanders, I’m bubbling below deck and begging for brief relief from beyond the bellows. For the time being, I balance baggage on my backbone and bandage up burns from the bridges that I bet benefited beneath the blast but nobody bothers to bear witness and ask. Big Bang, my ass. I’ve basically been baptized. Blatantly backstabbed by burdens and blame, but I’ll be damned- blessed. The birds began bragging about how bright the blue was and I, barefoot and bloody, beckoned the Big Guy to build bigger branches to climb.