SELF-PRUNE
Walls; peeled down along the smoothened edge, leave those wrinkled; Goblin; the diabolical one whored after dust Burst into puds of equivocal lust; Mosaic plasma, it holds season of anecdote; of me, you and us Teeth; Slicing in the cyrus pulp, lumping one-millionweight Mind over matter, the accord weights itself; for it has weight none
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Bible For The Naked Android
Something here ain’t right, not might. Not just, but blight, hinge from the disease of our night, that was when the fire burn bright. Fire was white, while blood runs light, clinging on the nearest sight.
Irirealm Region Preference
NEOHAUS
FOR STUDENT
From Walter Gropius, Hannes Meyer to Ludwig Mies Van Der Rohe, the lifespan of bauhaus was too short for what it was worth. A radical streamlined of artist and crafter was what the world needed, expedited the progress in making the world’s assests, the world we live in now, was the future of them in making. Four walls socketed with factory made windows and doors in template for masses, those were the simplicity to the bore of now, as people has taken the mould of modern living as default. We having been living in this contemporary world for few decades now, which world leaders and developers have had been using this form of lifestyle casting onto our cities and no man’s land. Is this the world where the Bauhaus forseen, fathom the future with stacks of white edged molecular room, glass tower with ill metallic steel bones collides the anc
Bauhaus, a term extended its own existence fur-
ther than its first intention, it was not just a name for a school but a lifestyle and way of operating in this pratical yet imaginative world.
Bauhaus 3019 are constructed on top of the railway, for its convenience to load & unload products of the haus, from smallest item, pencil to a small scale of housing unit. Hadn't a clue what the world could expect from Bauhaus 3019, the bandwith has overdriven expectation. For it is a city within a cityscape, a porous sarcophagus stuffed stuffed with creation of an indefinite possibilities that may or may not been an easy task without being challenged by the pragmatic consolidated premises of the world.
Bauhaus 3019
A radical thinking and an accessible tool, all that set to be a thrive for human creativity, the new bauhaus, specialised to accept and welcome people with high intention to make and create their wild genesis. No matter the age, race, look, nationality, gender, and intentionality. They are here to make art and craft that either serves the society or just to express themselves. It is the haven for people that has been rejected or un-accepted, for people to seek refuge in like its precedented history. Bauhaus 3019 has more than a singularity on being a teaching instituion, instead, it has become a micro-nation to teach, learn, craft, innovate, and export its lifestyle and mastercraft to the world. Every nationale can be any position that suits the best for their own exposition and perspective. Multiple passport are allowed,as where the Bauhaus 3019 passport will only be needed to be imprinted or injected into any part of the body, where only nationale may allowed to imposed this sort of technique.
SOVEREIGTY
Walls are automated, Doors are necessary, Floor are made with barbed wire and silks, Spaces are implicit and explicitly defined. Students are free to demolish and build anytime, anywhere they want as long as it’s possible and plausible, the impossible will only be the limitation of their creativity, excluding the moral and the immoral value, what are the grey area emerged with the boundary of acceptance from gravity and society.
FOR MAKER
Nihilist
Extensi My Hands feel numbness, and it’s their fault. Not the brain, nerve or me. Head spins with its own rhythm and dance along the cadence, hymn of the vocal not my mouth, having everything consume nothingness, as nothing has everything, from zero to endless possibilities. And its all happening in my mouth, a sandbox; with millions simulation pollant runs through diagnosis of flavours.
tic
ion
To The Moon
i Am Not a ReLiGoUS dINOSauR, BuT i aM a DiddLy Doo GoOd NeIghBouRS!!!! If U sPend Ur miNutes By LookiNg aT thiS MEssage, u sHall ReCeived My Deepest HUg wItH mE PricKly HaNds,
These Words Make No Sense, It is just to be here for filling up the voids, i do know it is a pretty darn good pretentious way to making up the page section interesting, and it could be pretty boring too, or there wouldn’t even had a chance for u to look through all these words and sentences, that i am trying hard to pro-long it as loooonnnngggg as i can. Non other than less, i do wanna spread the message of preventing or noticing any sort of suicidal thoughts and action, as i’ve had just experienced my friend whom has just passed not long ago, i cant stop thinking what was the last moment in that confined little room, what does the wall witnessed, did the floor cried as he bleeds, and all that was just mere speculative as he did had record of hurting himself, and after year of pausing at the school, he cameback as a fresh new person, where he found what he loves and kept loving it, of what we thought he was happier than ever before. So, i am here to ask whom ever read this message, do catch up with your friend or family, even just for a brief moment, you would never know what could their instant state of mind be at.
Location + Field Weight =
Barney,
the dinosaur was folded in a manner of tranquility , the manifold of different normals with dreadful and benign , it reflected the emotions and thoughts, eventually it forms the image of a gigantic creature with powerful roar and jaw, yet pairing with small hands that can’t do much of the job.
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Starry Night with
Barney Beneath the stars are twisted night, Below the void of the crescent light, Above my head are the dying moths, Ascending along with its burning soul, Glittering together as a beaming sun. Wandering around this empty farm, where crops and fishes can found none. Screaming and yelling to find someone, but what ought to be found was the Big red drum. For all i can see was only the peak of sky, As my eyes can't see over my 12 ft 9, I'd hover my figure over the farmer, peeping them afloat on the lake of moon, dipping my toes, discharging my sorrow. A lonely mountain i am, with the moon i may.
Origami Table
Little do Barney knows, Barnies are what paper made, it ain’t linen, it could breaks their hearts if they learn about this. At the farmer top, where my cows and sheeps being domasticated, they are my fighter jets ready combatant and my farmers are the commando. They are in my dispose anytime, without any obsucirty and moral constraint. Fed up with pseudo random feud filled with hates and negativity deposited into the bank of feeling toasted ever since the knocking day descended onto this putrid land, pouring sand down like it was snowing in december.
PRESS PRESS PRESS PRESS
F F F F
TO TO TO TO
PLASTIC PLASTIC PLASTIC PLASTIC
From all the waste and plastic disposal, the people started to suits themselves up with the disposed plastic up to their sleeves. With these synthetic material, now, they are abled to move and collect the sands without being compromised and stay intact within the suit away from the White Hill. Such an affordable equipment, for everyone, with its newly reciprocated crowds’ favourite, the camouflouge. But only this time, we’ve added 12 more scenerio to blend in, including the void mill at the land of East America, where atrocious and cunning paper beasts savaging the entire continent. By equipping the brand new state-of-art fibre blocks -t9, it will inaugurate the entirety of the augmented nano sand-cell which the farmer has newly reintervented from the black-sand through reverse osmosis and bio-engineering, wholesome of how it could do, the contemporary nano sand-cell alleviates and mitigates the harmless substances stacks inside of the blacksand , hence, the gray-sand will be absorbs into our skin.
w e n d ock n a bl r B re b i f t-9
Get yo only 10
Blocking out the plastic profile according to each different farmer’s size, height and weight. Internal spring stabilizes the air pressure from inside out, object collision offset its distance between the user and the fibre perimeters. Whom ever wore the synthetic fibre could moves the heart of masses from time to time, and by carrying the weight of whole-hearted resposibility for scavanging the sands.
ourself a fibre now for 00 sand tofu canister!!!
‘Peter salter in the market’
RANDOM ACCESS MEMORIES
There was once a biology teacher in high school explained to us, that girls having a period. menstruation could actually help them to replenish new blood and what so ever, so does that mean man bleeds for everything, from war to bar fight , with those hot-boiled blood to be refilled up everytime they had a fight, and excessive masculinity is just something man couldn’t have total control of? Are those excuses of making violence and war? because the blood told me to? So, what if man actually do have ‘man-struation’? Could the patriarchy be less dominat or could it have been a matriarchy that had ruled the social framework? Would man be more calm while treating every manners from different aspects with respective point of view?
“Men-struation in the morning”
“Employee of the day”
It was a mere observation, and it may be a controversial one conclusion , from the monitoring on the street of pandan indah, a adult wearing his songkok lying outside of the well known franchised restaurant, Mcdonald, juxtaposed to the hat of which of the staff were wearing, and this is where the thought of me traded in. Would he sew the logo onto the sonkok of his? Could the hunger overtaking the faith?
Colonizer and its spawn off hell
This is a fool making an assumption, while i was in my semester 5, i’ve had been fascinated about bees, what are them? why are they here? is beefly a bee or fly? What is up with queen bee? What are their plans? Do you know there’s such thing as Royal jelly? How important is their role as a pollinator? And thats when it hits me, for what i was making my way up to these hydroponic/ aquaponic framework. It came to me, of bees, can we bring the bees to the vast sea? For us the human starts migrating bits by bits an remote sovereignty as states where we circulate our feces to the ocean but not undegradable, for the fishes, in return conceiving the ammonia from them and converting it into nitrate by the bacterias. By bringing the bees to the ocean, where their habitat is well encapsualted with the occupant, pivot on the enclosed loop sustainable ecosystem on top of the remote rig.
Mining Machine A tool for
EXPLOITATION Once Upon A Time in Tanjung Tualang. Tin Mining, what makes a rich richer and poor, deadlier. The history of Tanjung Tualang has either unexpected yet predictable that has had continued somewhere else, where to be exploited. Coolie, a word from textbook and media that i’ve heard but never bothered to pay attention to it, What it has taught me was its lineage and an anecdote of their greek tragedy. There were mere food scoure and vitamin to this fortunate land and their unfortunate sons and daughters. Tauke and Colonizers were the winner of this unfortunate series, although it may sounds foul and displeasing, but those are the expected and needed event, for the growth and capital. The neccessary evil and its own deed was the built town after ages, it attracts nothing but ghost of the past. As the town slowly digesting itself to reciprocated what was left to the people in town but slow ages and the immortal one. Nothing matters as time slows in this one-horse town, this land has filled with deep void scarred from the past, womb from the wrong congested of pallid cleared water.
ANTHROPOCENE and ITS aUTOMATED LANDSCAPE
Widowed on this burning land
“Over 70 percent of Malaysia, has been covered with oil palm, and does it ever crossed your mind, why are we keep planting and exporting them, while our neighbouring country, Indonesia being the main export of oil pam in the world before us. Should we sit back and let alone one dominat plant to dictate our whole country economics? The world’s market and economics are fluctuate specially the modern times where people are more aware about the global warming and green house effect, people are striking down mass farm domestication, as well the plantation of oil palm where the burning occurs everytime it starts its vicious cycle meets no end, sooner or later the It may not be affecting much for the people aren’t related or work in this oil palm scenes, except some shocking faces to be ”
The Red ant a house for
Reintegration Once Upon A Time in Malaysia For decades, an alien dominat species rampant through its way in the land of Malaya, that was brough upon to this rich soil and mine by the colonizer. It carried on and mushrooming its roots and leaves, where it bears its fruit and money. What if? we have never had the oil palm as our centralized argriculture, is there a way to decolonize and decentralize the oil palm network, What are the botany species could be introduced in for the local farmers or government. Just like Tin, having only one export that has its heavy toll on either labour costs and land use ain’t a sensible or rational verdict for the government to call upon. Shouldn;t we categorized and sub-tabulated of which kind of a botany or land-usage with additional care? Hence the red ant is some temporal housing unit enacting its colonization effects, to collect and relocte the seed and host to the designated site with much suitable land use and soil to propegate its user effect and meet with end users’ satisfactory.
Next one is for my father, alive and healthy, and hope he stays always
Bull
Pointing out the bull in the room, tempered stomp and mild roar. Emerald tiles mingled with mossy ground, Barefeet on these scorching peet, bare rocks without screeching itch, like your mother, my grandmother. Red ants crawling without bother it, only cares to drink under this heat, only two of us taking shades under those huge oil pam tree, Memories were blurry until six, for everytime I’d sat at the motor front basket seat, Never looked back on whom was driving it, It was the bull in our family, tempered stomp and mild roar, Stubborn like me, sentimental like you. Showing love without seeing it. A combination of everything, you are a crafter, a farmer, a leader, and a father, most of all you are a man carries weight of gold, pulling the house, though to have struggles along this muddy path. What i’ve dawned on you was nothing, still has nothing but love for both two bulls in the house.
Disperse in a void, make o bad lungs puffed o for yesterday i’ve h The kitchen is in a had jus
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of cadence from the devil tune, off my morning breath, had a ham cheese bread. a mess, of two burglars st busted in.
y father pointing gun on head, hen, and you boys better run.” police told my dad, once if they run, twice if they stay, s are so worthless for the blue, them in suspense. sed by my father’s father, n spewed of lead, boar and four legs. m dusk till dawn, de the woods alone. our legs should be, s of me, us and they, he prison of belief, y that instant of time.
From state to state, crossing uncountable boarder and toll, here we are, the fishhead noodle that you’ve always wanted. I’ve heard the fishes here were the last domestivated land-fish, before the ship-wrecked knocking day.
“During my study, there has one particular chinese restaurant that i’ve never try before, and that was cheng siew liang fish head noodle. Why did i even bothered to digitalized the restaurant was because the eatery itself, located in a very perculiar scenery, an odd one outs in between the journey from home to school, a huge chunck of tree “
AREA
Mr. President :
“ You were supposed to be making more culture for us, stop dancing to our songs.”
Peter
“ Songs are what we called child’s tune, dances are some weird jerky move to celebrate the arrival of our pizza.”
:
Jane
:
“ Yaaaa, Pizzaa, pizzaa with pineapple though, that was my idea , do y’all even know about that ?” *keep murmuring about how good was it at Hawaii*
Mr. President :
Ali
:
“ My god, JANE!! you were the culprit!! you had no idea of the embarassment i’ve had to endured in the summit, that Sergio guy kept eye raping me during that whole conference.! “ Chill dude, you guys still owe us, go ask that steve guy, he’ d understand the price for a cultural extension.”
Mr. President :
“You mean steve jobs?! he’s been gone for years now, probably decade now. I know about the story of apple, but they aren’t doing that well anymore in their ‘R&D’ department, we need some of your guys DNA for another intervention. And we should stop meeting at this place, they’ve had a Naruto run not long ago, god knows what happens next.”
Ali
“What? i’ve missed the run?! Geez.....”
Peter
: :
Mr. President :
“ Anyway, we will try to come by if we have any spare time. And we love ‘internal affairs’ and this canyon gives us the same vibe.” “ Okay, i don’t mind with that, do continue with your perpetual cultural shifting between ours and yours.”
51 A
I've spent way too much of time in my room.
Oh! Noah
In enigma, the room is in still, yet, every light puntures their way in with compulsive wave, cultivating their junction of lights, the room was zero gravity without field weight insanity. If room was just a pixelated space, it would be the grey, neither white or black. For it floats within the vector and goes beyond, the numbers. Why would the room in gray? and what is gray? For gray, it has no definition, with or without splning its color from warm to light, it will always be gray, it can be deceivable, naughty, implicit or explicit, a hindrance to some, an ambiguous tone to one.
Did homo sapien or neanderthals had their own room? Not meant for privacy but storage, fruit. meat, or even corpses. When they carved their space was it absolute black or completely white, or was it gray? Are the ghosts of them remain at the spot? Are we the duplicate of ourselves every second it passes, the lateral blur and fades are the missing seconds and minutes, for what the room enclosed it replays itself. Physical, tangible, concrete matter, and these define what called reality is an arbitrary decision. For it only matters to what we are able to do with our upmost possibility, it is an enact of oppression for extending our potential and achievability.
For those who still stays inside of the room
2021.R.M. 2021 U.C.E
(renascentia mensis)
30.12.2021
“Never felt so close to them”
“I’ll just have to jump into their arms for some answers”
“A golden thread was enough of blood”
Blight day
The Knocking
God has always been there, the server room, engine room, even the laundry basement where rodents rampant on those poor fabrics. We, used to walk on the road paved by the people before us, we used to swim in water that caved in some magnificant places, the public pool. My parents have had always been mumbling their old past for few decades now, Only god knows, a phrase never gone out too cold to explain the unthinkable, this is exactly what happened in that day, A Frickin’ reverted oriental UFO struck into our apartment that day, the creature came off from the “ship” aren’t that much different from us, well, at least we still have our hair on. Soon enough we will die from their enchanment every morning and night, in a good way. I do appreciate their calling on gods though, although i’ve only learned about the concept of god from death and despair. This is a refreshment after my buffet treat, full yet insatiable.
The mass comes in, that was the day, where we knew the sky is falling down while the water ascended to their own land outside of this celestial, the imminent reality, what we call just few sec and had already reciprocated. temples in my neighbourhood lost their host and highrises lost their victims. Stacks of pipes and wooden beam are the new door; door has no shape as it has stopped accommodate height; height is variable, people grown up different now. Consumed in an expense of excitement to nothing, sand tofu, sand bar, sand crackers, everything covered in this sweet sand Oh, O’thy ship, we could sail this mirage on the horizon of somke and mirror to the sun-never-sets land, overdriven with fury and tenderly sweet nothing close to both our ears, how much was the memory we’ve had cost every single dime for every single time. Holding on nothing with our bony arms, pruning our hairless head with sheared jagged nails, bleeding out to death we’ve longed to see. She says, who’re you going to dance with, tell me with your mind, are those absolute bleak cold stares coming to the prom? Open up your plastic heart, throw that curd of tears in, does it melt or does it cry? Woke up with eyes filled with refraction of stars, i knew tears, but never so close.
June: Does the town lost its people everyday? It feels like people are missing around the corner every second with glimpse of the eyes. July: Well, some of them dies, and some of them just moved on to other places, and there are people who lost themselves into the obsta cles they bumped into. June: Why would they kept going even after all these torment? December: Because everything comes to an end, and the end was the start of anything, walking up to wall, for wall has two sides, one the start of end, one the end to start.
Idle Town
The city;situation is under control. We shall dance through it, MY PEOPLE!!!
Running down the avenue, we had to hide away from the sand for so long. And there they are, the laundry wok. such a wonderful machine on this shitty rig, had enough of these petty judmental neighbours about disposing the plastic blocks now and there. Well, being a cook here ain’t an easy task to be in charged with. Thousand of poor souls will be awaiting for the sand tofu every minute. These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods, so they can go on being godless animal. Reaping through the dishes relentlessly, their idea is being free, so they never ever have to leave. What the sand tofu does are to make them feel alive, numb their feeling with just random matter suspense in the dark. A new cure for the old habit, emerged half-formed and hope who ever preaches the song could hear them crying silently. Now, thats what i’d called comedy on the string, they were the central of this big being , their religions are the best, they worshipped themselves yet totally obsessed, in those terrible outfit.
Houses, offices, shops and toilets convened in a same floor and view, as for the people has no more privacy and walls for their implicit small talks and little secret tryst, this is the monotone of authority where no one governs. People are under controlled by their own self-consiousness, they aren't well aware of that. It is hard to explain it all on key right now. We'll talk soon in the next storm, there's only few sands left im y can now. Take care!!
San Rig
nd g "Maaa..maa, ma ma has been gone for so long noww, she should have came back before the noon!!" Keep calm, and talk slowly, kid, What is your name.
"My name is eli, ma..mama had to go outside of the rig every high noon, or the big dogs from the moon will eat her if she didnt make it in time !" Did mama bring her mask?
"i don't knoww, i was sleeping..."
Okay, i want you to find whether the mask or the fibre suit is still in the coffin. " Ok, ill go do that, please stay with on the cone" I will.
Everyday’s plan in Irirealm
Everynight , every minute, the beat of hundred hammers and drunk men cry out, those are the chimes of serenity towards my endless night, these are my caffeine in my disposal well. Everyday, I know by standing above all these people that have no tinnie pinnie idea that me and barny are the one who knocks and wreck havoc down their daily activities. It is irritating and a tedious routine, but trust me, you could find some petty interest in it, I promise. Once you’ve taken my seat, barney will teach you the rest, don’t worry about all of these greeble and gimmick, let the people down there sort themselves out, all you have to do for your first day of pre-schooling out of this are accmmodating the new born, wanderers and guests, oversee the food production, and the reintegration of farmers back to the barn after the collection from the sands. Now i want you to pay attentive care and service to the orange roulette flat everyday, i’ve had just came across some information about what kind of silly revolution they are planning on again, so, i’d like to give you a small task to be my little birdie of this assignment, okay?
Oh, no, no, no, did you heard about what happened yesterday? There was this woman, who went missing during her collecting over the white dune. The farmer is looking all over this right now, and I’ve settled the kid in our barn now, you can go and visit anytime.
Ah, the Digit Folly, where i meet my daily needs, as it holds account for all my sins and deadly consequences. When you asked me about where are my gultiness at, tada, this is where i’ve stored pretty much decades of sinfulness and petty human complicity, because it is a very tedious and dreich routine for me. And that is where the digit comes in, whenever i feel sore and boring about all those yelling and complaining, i’ll transfigure and digitalized all my sorrow and guilt into numbers, lah blah blah, it then cooled down by fans and fumed outside the Rig. You see that big fan over there? These babies kept me warm during that war at White Dune in 19’, that was a pretty cold year, *chuck chuck*. So, as ive just walked you through about storing guilts digitally, you alone can also come down here often not always, to vent out your awfully heavyweighted iniquity. Yes, this is what we used to called being a troll, but times changed now, you are alone now, and barney.
Dobi Courtroo
Digit Folly
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Dobi, dobi, dobi, now, now. This is something your generation aren’t well aware off. You see, during our time when I was “normal”, I’d go down to these so called laundry chamber every weekend. Now, I know you have no idea what are textile products, but those are something spawned off as another waste of human, apparently textile waste was an issue being covered by fashion and trends. Blah, blah, blah and now you lots don’t really have to worry about this anymore, look at you wearing that polyvinyl chloride, now that’s the new trend. Back to where we were, I hadn’t a clue where should’ve had I reassigned all these relics until we were running out foods. Voila, these are the “wok” of today and tomorrow, you don’t have to worry about the ‘wok hei’, it is well sufficed and replenished every minute from the sand trap. So, all you’ve got to do, is simply switch on and ‘wok’ it, *chuckling* you get it, right? pun intended.
A love correla
Floating in the water as it embraces What’d a farmer doing here, the man He says we are lovers, then we must He says we are kind, and we should b He sings about whom driven the rig we are ivory black without skin, heat We listen to the unwanted and ill-des As long as we float, we’d be having a
ated fool
the vast sky, for it fullfilling the senses dispersing around the hall of nerve. n said we are the commando in his dispense, so we are then. be. be. relentlessly, that’s us, ting the lovely thoughts speaking out from the october green lungs. sired ones. a good gloat.
M Mi M
Moon isses Moon
Take it as we leave it, none shall be omitted
