How I learned to stop losing and too enjoy the fight; or, Bang-bang motherfucker!

short blog, been working like crazy learning how too code c++. and working on my web comic. but there was something i wanted to share. the hardest part of the day is waking up. jumping with faith into the life the we were forced into. with the overwhelming guilt and terror of not succeeding, of offering something and the world looks you in the eye and says "i think i will pass." but what can you do if not stare down the dread and swallow it with a cup of morning coffee. admit failure and fuck with the people that fuck with you. all you can do is try to do better the next time. but the question of authority and and the debt of inflicting pain on those that refuse to die even if the demons we face are within us.

sometimes you have to live life lie you are a Sasha baron Cohen character walking around inflicting internal doubt. on a unassuming world that wants nothing but to put you into a role and let you play it out no matter how weird it makes you feel. but the childish impulse of fighting against forces best described as stable and fatal system that want you to improve the life of those in-power. their is nothing that compares to freedom. and freedom takes nothing but the loss of the living part of life. to wander around and say yes i am drunk. but i don't have to be, to love die antwoord. just because their ability to reflect the madness while aiming at the opponent, the system. however there is no winning because all we can do is replace it. so buckle down and let you inner child flip off everything but them including yourself, and try to manage everything as something you can handle.