You wanna hear me speak? Wanna check if I’m weak? I confess. I’m afraid. I do not know how to begin. There is a perilous path ahead of me. I know where I am heading to (finally) but the glimmer of hope is a distant burning match stick floating in a vacuüm of dark nothingness. […]Read More A Long Overdue Post
7/March/2016 It’s been awhile. It has been quite a while since I last use this medium to communicate. I think it has been far longer since I’d last sincerely communicate in all honesty. I do conversations but it has come to a point of speech pattern recognition responding with a ready list of carefully selected […]Read More It’s been awhile
“I don’t speak destiny.” The smoke from the specially rolled cigarette of the dried angel’s wing that was drenched in the dust of Tinkerbell’s pussy juice; vortex in the clear porcelain wall of wine glass. Instead of wine, the liquid that swirls in the homely womb of the glass is the blood of the space […]Read More Room 404 : Sanity Not Found.
‘I confess, I do not believe in the concept of time. The algorithm of the words that are spoken reveals an axiom of reality differs from the arbitrary life of those hearts which are tainted. Thus it is only natural that I remain in a state of paradoxical existence to ensure that I am always […]Read More Frequency 23.5 : An Interview with A Madman
Anthropomorphic Simulacra : Interview with … The Average Joe does his daily routines without much time to think about the abstract notions and the ideologies of our mysterious universe. In this segments of short articles, we’ve sent out our most normal reporter, John Smith; in attempts to talk and have a discussion with such entities […]Read More Interview with Death
I really hope that this gorram software works and I’m not just being a fool trying to write this to my past self. Firstly if you’re reading this in the year 2015, then you must already be excited for the rest of this post. Its not everyday you read an article from your future self. […]Read More A Note From The Future (2025) : The First Contact
The sky is tuned to the colours of dead channels, imitating the static visuals that simultaneously flicker throughout the city’s hijacked media panels. A metropolitan once filled with vibrant bombardment of advertisements in all facets of the society is now nothing more than the ashes of a chaotic nightmare. Smoke rises from the burning pile […]Read More H1D3 (A Short Story) – Act One
I’ve been having a reoccurring nightmare. Stuck in a giant shopping mall, running everywhere searching for an exit but every corner I turn is filled with endless rows of illusionary fanciful shops brightly lit in dazzling gems of false hopes and promises of power and safe haven. I find no comfort anywhere but rather more […]Read More VOID.
Read this first : The dark blankets of damp grey clouds rolling across the bleak horizon, covering the fallout of the sun that slowly rising in the sky as Anna feeble bare feet races along the corridor path from the theatre laboratory up to the main mansion of the building. Anna’s heart pounding heavily in […]Read More H1D3 (A Short Story) – Act Two
Read this first : Anna Molly climbs up the stairs almost feeling secure and safe. Just another two more floors to the roof and then all of this will be over, she thinks to herself before hearing the door of the staircase swinging open on the ground floor below her. Her leg froze, she stop […]Read More H1D3 (A Short Story) – Final Act
Note : This story was written for the images that I personally manipulated while listening to some punk rock albums after watching the anime, Attack on Titans. This idea was purely an exersice of the imagination and is not in any sort a contribution to Literature, in fact it is the opposite of such. Written […]Read More The 160 feet Punk
There is a man in a park right outside my house who is getting cuffed by the police officers in the middle of the night because he was sucking his dealer’s dick for that ever lovely methamphetamine, yet this sort of things do not disturb me. It’s almost a normal event to see such things […]Read More Rants of a Millennial
(PS : Another one of the old high school scribbles.) I dream of a place where my ceiling is the bright blue sky and my floor is the deep ever-changing sea. I dream of a job where I bond and become a part of the ocean. I dream of a relationship where my partner pushes […]Read More DriftWood
(PS : Must be read with Monty Python style in mind, bare in mind I wrote this when I was back in High School. Wasnt a very good writer. Not much has changed though.) On a cold dreary evening when the wet clouds rolls with the thunders, I stepped onto the edge of my twelve […]Read More Suicide Failure : The Vision
(PS : Must be read with Monty Python style in mind, bare in mind I wrote this when I was back in High School. Wasnt a very good writer. Not much has changed though.) There is absolutely nothing wrong with him on the whole. He had an amazing life that anyone would kill to have. […]Read More Suicide Failure : The Ledge
A New Year. A new beginning, whether you are one who like making New Year Resolution or not, everyone will find this time of the year as a fresh start to change one’s life no matter how small or drastic your goals are. Yet every year, we find ourselves disappointed with the results, even […]Read More Who Am I? A Collective Memories of A Consciousness?