what a load of bullshit. fuck with everything. i’m easily pissed these days. for the lack of commitment and bullshit lies that was not align with the timeline. i am a liar myself. a pretentious shithead that simply want to look cool: that is me. For fuck sake, put effort if you want to tamper…
so how does it goes. I’m not really sure about it myself. It started to become somewhat of techy right now. wanting to buy this and that. that delay. that distortion. idea piling upon one another; a bullshit consumerist attitude. TBH, its not like buying shit would not help me. you do (in some ways)…
Strings of bullshit tying itself together to form a nice web of repugnant fact. I piss therefore my existence have its value. a value that never see the light of days again. In the state of predicament. Such gullible discretion. Lo, they speak. I Scream! reaching for the nearest meaning that still lies within this…
The alarm clock is ringing: waking sleepy Jack. Scratching his head, yet again a brand new day. Nature is calling, thus he went on a slow journey to the bathroom: to piss. As he close the door Jack look onto the mirror that is standing in front of him. A thought came to his mind..…
the more i sunk my ugly butt onto the chair of religious worldview the more i wonder. About the meaning of absolute. About liberation. Liberate thyself. Be free they say. I used to think that there is something universally agreed upon by us human. The concept of freedom, justice and utopia. It all seems to…
so, this is how it goes. imagine a fantastic blurry assertion following you. tickling your butthole with its very own brand of bullshit. shit meeting shit. *door knock what would you do. how would you play this game.
TRYPOPHOBIA PERSONA I frickin love our Prime Minister (PM) Najib RazaK. That childish stupidity and arrogance of his is what us Malaysian punk needed. A goddamn antagonis. The Margaret Thatcher to Crass and Ronald Reagan to Dead Kennedys, We Malaysian may came from different race and being raised in different cultural background, belief and moral…
CS: Now tell me dear sir. Which diagram is far more satanic to you. I don’t know about you but for me diagram B is a cute pic. Yup, Abbath’s corpse mask is nothing compared to the real life devilish monster. Reality is a horrifying entity which is why we tend to choose to escape…
Redundant. As old as the label itself. The most well known word of all time. From my years of being a punk-wannabe there is one chant that i had always hear. BE YOURSELF. “be urrself” they said. It make me wonder myself. Of the nature and meaning behind the word. A question that i had…
t’was ——————- it is In-clusitivity. discarded i guess. i do not really know — like a big block of wall -DROP> a blood gushing temperament. shaping illusion through security. an undisturbed territory. secured, isolated — shit. guess it always goes down to two dotty line enigma — “the pursuit’ and ‘security’. dont kno, somehow i…
FIRST OFF ALL, let me remind you that this was written for a zine, a shitty punk zine that is. the quality in the writing is seriously shit and it is seriously evident in how the (factual) research was done. I decide to keep this article in its original condition as a reminder to how…
