Truths are for dogs who eat lies

"We have abandoned our truth long time ago"

-Max Ernst

"So here's a casket for you, it doesn't matter now, truth is, you are going to die soon, I will have it personally delivered to you tomorrow morning, be ready to greet it with a smile."

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So, for the truth, there is a large variety of it:

my truth, your truth, his truth, her truth, and for the only, one truth, it doesn't exist.

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There are no truths, only highly-intensified convictions and principles.

 

In this era of fancy-dressed thieves and mass produced lies, with banks robbing the people instead of doing what they are supposed to do, the only way to get a glimpse of the so called truth is by going with a spelunker and see how great the early humans did during their time.

There are a lot of pseudo-truths which often serves as your lullaby at night. 

We wake up everyday swimming with it, sleeping with it and even eating it. 

Admit it, lies are slowly becoming our personal truth.

Only highly principled ideas and highly intensified convictions can make your decisions and perspectives more alive and worth to live for.

As one adage says "A man who stands for nothing will fall for anything". 

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There are no truths, only stories.

It makes up all of your experiences.
Your story can be your truth.

All concepts, be it good or bad are based on letters, which when combined produces a word then later on a sentence and then later on a story. 

The concept of truth is not as same as everybody else, it is something uniquely different from another.

One's truth can be shattered by an opinion or by a story that you overheard or by an article that you've read on the Internet or it can be shattered by your own imagination and creativity. 

One chooses something to accept it as his higher truth, welcoming it as an unknown visitor at first and then slowly putting effort to know his truth well,but at the other end of it, one's truth can remain unchanged for a long period of time, fossilized in his membrane only because he won't accept any higher truths.   

One day someone told you a story about economics. The word economics came from the Greek word "Oikonomia" which means "household management". The man said that economy is based on GDP and GNP and some other concepts a regular guy wouldn't understand, he further elaborated that when a country's GDP and GNP is high, the country is developed or at least developing, you believed it and accepted it as your truth. 

Later that day, you saw a line of hobos lying in front of a mall, you were very curios to know why they ended up sleeping in the streets, you approached them, asking your why's and how's:

"Mga iskwater kami sa Payatas nung 80's. Una, ni-relocate kami sa Rodriguez, tapos sa Malaria, diyan sa Perbyu, tapos sa Valenzuela, eh hindi naman kami mabubuhay dun, walang hanap-buhay, 'di maka-delehensya ng pagkain, at saka wala naman kaming kamag-anak dun, 'di katulad dito, nakakahinigi kami ng pagkain o kaya makakapalimos ang mga anak namin kapag wala na talaga, yang mga restawran na yan kahit basura na nila ayaw pang ibigay samin, itatapon na lang nga hindi pa ibigay sa amin, pagagalitan daw sila ng manager nila." Sabi niya. "Paano po sa pagtulog?" sabad ko, "Sa pagtulog? Dito na din! presko nga dito dahil me malaking exhaust fan, malamig pag gabi" sabay ngisi.

Bigla mong nalala ang napanood mong balita sa TV nuong nakaraang araw, sabi ni Noli de Castro:

"Sa ulo ng mga balita: "Nabalian ang kabayo ni Mikee Cojuanco na nagkakahalaga ng $2,000,000. Hindi na siya makakasali sa parating na Equestrian competition sa Olympics sa susunod na buwan." 

Habang naglalakad ka pauwi, naalala mo yung kwento tungkol sa ekonomiya, at sinabi mo sa iyong sarili,

"Kung ang salitang ekonomiks ay nangangahulugan ng pangangalaga ng isang bahay o pamilya at paglalaan ng sapat na badyet para sa mga pangangailangan ng bawat miyembro nito, ganito ang itsura ng ekonomiya natin:

Mayroong limang miyembro ang ating pamilya, isa sa mga kapatid natin ay natutulog sa isang malinis at kumportableng kwarto, may kuchon, unan, erkon, at kumot, busog at malusog habang ang isa pang kapatid ay sa labas ng ating bahay natutulog, walang unan, kumot, kuchon o anumang saplot sa katawan, gutom, at pagal ang katawan. Ang mga magulang natin ay masyadong busy sa pagaalaga sa una nating kapatid, binibilhan sya ng kung anu-anong luho at masarap lagi ang pagkain."

Stories are tools and at the same time, your truth. 

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There are no truths, only interpretations.

 You interpret something using your own tools of understanding, you may have the same tools with someone, but you never get the same exact interpretation.

Colors, letters and sign-boards, those are some of the things you try to interpret everyday.

They say red means happiness or being happy, but when you are crossing a street and looking above the signs, it tells you to stop, a somehow negative notion.

The interpretation of colors may vary, it will depend on one's personal experiences.

Say for example, a child who saw his family massacred by someone, He saw blood dripping from his mom's forehead,making it his first significant encounter with the color, even though he has no idea that the color is called red, since then, every-time He sees the color, memories of the massacre always pops into his head, he relates the color with something gruesome. On the other hand, a child who's celebrating his birthday sees red everywhere because the theme of his birthday has to do something with the color, that child would have a more positive interpretation of the color, remembering his presents which was given to him whenever he sees the color. the other child may completely or partly interpret the given color differently.

When you interpret something, you activate your tools of understanding, your sub-conscious, the lessons you've learned at school, your past experiences and all the things that you saw in the past.

Your interpretation becomes your truth.

It is something not given to you.

It is something you learn, create, and dissect.

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 "I love the things which will destroy me in the end"
-Sylvia Plath 

ARTISTS UNITE! You have nothing to lose but your minds.

Axel Pinpin at a gig somewhere in the province of Cavite

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“Naryan ang kaibhan ng armas sa isang ideya. 

Ang sandata'y nakagigiba't pumapatay lamang; ang ideya'y nakagigiba't nakabubuo, pumapatay at bumubuhay.”

-Amado V. Hernandez(Mga ibong Mandaragit)

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Armed with their politically charged lyrics, The Axel Pinpin Propaganda Machine is slowly taking-over the petty- bourgeoisie underground music scene, urging artists to fight the ruling system, literally.

With piercing lines of poetry as their bullets, backed up by solid rhythmical music as their guns and government policies, politicians and the corruption of the Filipino culture as their target, they left the State pleading for dear life right at that moment.

Their music is unsullied and one of the most innovative sound hitting the underground Metro today.

The Axel Pinpin Propaganda Machine will make your hearts and ears bleed, not because of blast-speed drums and squeals, but with their clear, significant and offensive lyrics.

Their music presents not only the crisis of the nation, but also solutions on how to smash the three basic problems of the Philippine society.

The event was held somewhere in the Province of Cavite.

In the middle of a death-core and trash metal scene, they demonstrated the wit of a true activist and mass organizer, through their lyrics, they dissected the ailments of Philippine society and presented it to the crowd as clear as possible.

They were the only slow beat band considering other band's blast-speeding drums and growls, only shows the respect of the scene for a band that truly propagates justice, organized violence and revolution.

The event was called Independencia.

The tactical offensive of the left-winged artists has has been launched.

Let’s supply them guns and ammunitions.