“Time is an illusion. Lunch time, doubly so.” Time, is a depressing predicament when you think about it. The entropy that pushes us forward towards death is an unmerciful mistress. Is it any wonder why mankind had always dream of escaping her grasp? Since the dawn of civilization, human beings have been captivated by tales […]Read More 5 Best Machines to Time Travel for Beginners
It’s deep into the night, but sleep won’t come. You turn over. Perhaps a different position will quieten the mind. Or maybe the other side is better after all. Not sleeping feels like a disaster. For many people, what we do in the shadows of night does tend to fall under the realm of strange behavior. […]Read More Creative Insomniac: The Night Is A Friend To The Artist
“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.
As stated in the previous post, both of us are busy trying to just survive by working our asses off and whoring our artistic talents to other outlets. Nevertheless we are still committed to making this Zero Ducks Zine shit happens no matter how slow or long it takes. Step by step my nigga. Here’s […]Read More The Busy Mr. Jawn’s Update
*In case you’re wondering why this shit been too quiet. My bro, Mr. JAWN is busy with his work while I’ve recently found myself writing for The Daily Seni. Here is the write up that got me the gig. Enjoy and dont forget to read up all the other articles written by me (and others […]Read More Millennials’ Internet Addiction & The Effects on Local Art Culture
If you’re reading this, thank you for proving me and all these other bookworm smug wrong. Please continue reading regardless of the fact that this article isn’t really that great, informative or truthful since fact checking is a tiresome activity and like everyone else I am a lazy bastard that is just using a catchy […]Read More Nobody Reads Anymore
Firstly, sorry for the false advertising. You might accidentally clicked this article (no one ever does it on purpose) thinking that this would be another confession of a gay man finally accepting his sexual preferences but unfortunately, I’m just a straight guy, maybe a little bit soft here and there and slightly bi-curious but the […]Read More A Confused Sexual Era : The Dating Fuckery
‘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
There is a time where the genre Rock & Roll was alive and flourishing into a variety of different aesthetics and a wide range of philosophical disciplines from the depressing woes of the delta blues to the free-spirit psychedelics of the hippies, there is always something for those who searches for some raw physical musical artistry. But since […]Read More Rock Ain’t Dead
The time drags their heels as the paint shimmers in the radiant lights showcasing each and every details of the precise craftsmanship of god gifted skills. The painting hangs quietly in its place accompanied by its fellow artworks, as the air purifier freshens up the air and the water dispenser bubbles away the tiredness of […]Read More 5 Years of Minut Init
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.
“Truth is a mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, anthropomorphisms, in short a sum of human relations which have been subjected to poetic and rhetorical intensification, translation and decoration […]; truths are illusions of which we have forgotten that they are illusions, metaphors which have become worn by frequent use and have lost all sensuous vigour […]. […]Read More Friedrich Nietzsche – On Truth and Lie in an Extra-Moral Sense
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