sleeping with rocketships and petroleum jellied soles

a drunk Weng was telling me one hazy night (on her signature sarcastic tone) in Wharf Galley about this reality theory bullshit. that everyone seated on our table (Last Page of Jermae’s Diary, Flat earth Society, the Doldrums and some other groupies) was doing what they want because someone got their backs financially. that if one will accept reality that we are financially unstable or one would feel the economic pressure of dishing out beer from a tax-slashed salary, no one will be sitting on our table for that long or playing on the stage for that matter (or something to that effect). Plausible, yes but i took this tirade personally because this good friend of mine was talking to a living example of the "fighting your way up to get what he wants" case. in my case, my rock n roll dream to be heard by more than a million watts beyond the boundaries of this region.

12 years and counting and here I am. Separated from my family, mom still fuming mad about this so called “highschool phase”, bankrupt without a bank, worrying about how to support my two kids but here i am still fueled by this adrenalined urge to mosh to the beat of that dream. It never wavered. it was simply a non-issue. Eventually it pushed me to spit some unsolicited advice which drove dearest mart to tears (sorry po ohmartha!).

You want reality? Here’s one: be happy. do what you want.

Despite EVERYTHING. *Gasoline hikes* attention seeking boyfriends/girlfriends**nagging parents*mainstream trends*lack of sex*digestive needs*.

Despite EVERYTHING!

There are considerations you will argue, but in the end, your parents will eventually die. Your son daughter sister brother best friend lover pet will soon fade away too. cruel but true.

And all that will be left is yourself. Yourself.Your dream. Yourself.

And man, you got some brains so do your thing to survive and stop complaining.

In all things, It’s always a sanity issue.

Will it keep you happy, will it keep you sane? This may sound selfish, but hell saving the world starts with saving yourself. So do what you want.

whatever it is.

And lastly , Don’t expect everyone to understand you.

so go.breathe.live.

We are genderless

We won’t compromise

We know

what we want

Turn off your radio

Your radio your radio!

            “riot” – The Doldrums

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