one of the tricks to life

... is to know when to get going when the going is good ... or bad ... whatever the situation may encompass and whatever the action/s may entail ... how the fcuk does one know anyways? when is the exact right moment, to do whatever it was/is that needs to be done.

and the real kicker is might be, that even when the moment is right and ripe, and the opportunity presents itself for further action ... yer ass might just muthafcukinfreeze in yer own bloody man-panties pants, innit? and ya might even wonder where them pair'o'testicular appendages've gone off for a blardy holiday, innit? and the nerve! ta leave ya standing buttarsenekkid on a fireant-hill, coated in wild honey, wif a swarm of pissed-off bees waiting beyond the bushfire forest? ya gets da drift, innit? and even if ya didn't, no skin off me buttcheeks innit?

BAH #1

the opportunity to vent is such a sweet revenge, especially on this blog which very few people read anyways but beware the rotting teeth, innit? and they'd screwup your mouth and life so bad, whenever it is they decide to strike anyways ... and all you might have is the ambiguity of words and veiled emotions disguised as incoherent sentences in cyberspace and all you can ever pray hope for, is a gawddamned toothpaste (or a delete button) that promises to make it all go away, innit?

BAH #2

back to "opportunities" and the ability to recognize them and for fcuk's sake, be able to execute what it was/is that you'd wanna do ... and for fcuk's sake, leave them balls out of it, innit? just go for the jugular and choke the muthafcukah ike the way it deserves to be ...

BAH #3

it's late and i'm tired. again. and i dun really like it, not at all.

FINAL BAH
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