Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Destroy stereotypes.

Muslim kings are also a part of Indian pride. Akbar the Great was a powerful Mughal emperor who sought to resolve religious differences, and was known to have a good relationship with the Roman Catholic Church as well as with his subjects - Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs and Jains. He forged familial and political bonds with Hindu kings. Although previous Sultans had been more or less tolerant, Akbar took religious intermingling to new level of exploration.

He developed for the first time in Islamic India, an environment of complete religious freedom.

Akbar undid most forms of religious discrimination, and invited the participation of wise Hindu ministers and kings, and even religious scholars to debate in his court.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Interview with Micky from Suffer.


Micky does the vox for Perth noisegrindidontknowtheseemofuckinggaygenres band
SUFFER. THEY ARE A GOOD BAND. Anyway I got hell baked mannn and interviewed him. That's them up on the banner, playing at now defunct Hyde Park Hotel.

I NEVER PAID FOR GIGS THERE I WAS A SCENE HATER
JUST CREEPED IN LIKE A CREEPY FUCKING PIECE OF TOY SHIT.

THEY NEVER MADE YOU PAY FOR OPEN MIC NIGHT, OH THAT'S RIGHT BECAUSE HIPHOP BECAME OPEN MIC NIGHT WHICH BECAME A HIP HOP NIGHT AND GRAFFITI WRITERS GOT THE GAME SHUT DOWN. FUCK THEM ALL, BOMB THE VENUE.
I digress.

HEY, I THINK YOUR FROM THAT BAND SUFFER?

Yes, that is correct.

SO YOU ARE COOL, THAT'S REALLY COOL, ANYWAY WHY DO YOU SCREAM SO MUCH?
It's funny you ask such a question, because I've always thought of myself as a giant (humongous even) loser (note: not cool), so it makes me sad and depressed and I hate the world and all that cliche stuff that someone who screams a lot should say. I'm not an insider or an outsider and since I hate myself, I hate everything else even more, so why not have a whinge about it eh? Mad emo bro.


HAHA, THAT WAS ONE SMALL INCIDENT WITH THE REMOTE CONTROL YOU LARRIKIN, ANYWAY WHAT MOTIVATES YOU TO MAKE THAT SORT OF NOISE, AND IF YOU DO CHOOSE TO MAKE THOSE NOISES HOW DO YOU MAKE THEM?
Read above, bro. Just being a hate monger. I like to write heavy hard hitting riffs and then fast maniac shit. It's like being devo at one point and then having a short, sharp burst of energy. It's only short though, don't stress.

IVE NEVER WRITTEN A MUSIC INTERVIEW BEFORE. WHATS ONE REALLY FUCKED UP THING THAT HAS HAPPENED IN YOUR LIFE THAT YOU WONT REGRET BECAUSE IT HAS LEAD YOU TO WHERE YOU ARE NOW?

Taggin' bro. The taggin' gang world introduced me to a lot of different kind of people and has definitely changed the way I look at the world (coz I'm now a hatefilled, judgemental, cunt). It might suck being such a cry baby all the time, but you know, I'd rather know what I know and think how I think than be some MATRIXED OUT MOTHERFUCKER, WHO ONLY THINKS WHAT I'M TOLD TO. This band is my current void filler. If I break up with my girlfriend or quit this band for a while, I'll more than likely start bombing harder again. It happened last time.

NOW I HAVE YOU STUMPED FOR A SECOND I CAN THINK OF MORE THINGS TO SAY.

Wicked. I think I fed you what you wanted to swallow, cun.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN VEGANISM BEING A CULT?
Not really. I know people who claim to be vegan, but I haven't really been exposed to their vegan lifestyle. The only thing which leads me to believe that they may be vegan, is because they said so on the internet. Windows, Microsoft, Mac, Linux - that's the real cult. Internet. The Blue Oyster Kvlt. Kvlt means black. Now think about that. Black Helicopters. Fuck diets.
DO YOU THINK VEGETARIANS ARE LIKE BI SEXUAL SCIENTOLGISTS? THEY CAN GET CLOSE TO BOTH TEAMS, BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY, THEY RECRUIT PEOPLE ON THE SLY AND TAKE THEIR MONEY.

I don't think they are a 'group' that takes money. Any intelligent vegetarian would just choose the diet (fuck diets bro) and not put pointless time and effort into donating to dietary charities. They would fund Woolworths (toys) and buy celery sticks exclusively. They might also buy salmon and chicken too, because if you eat white meat, then that's okay bro. Furthermore, as we all know, vegetarians are fake toy pussies. Vegan's actually don't rate vegetarians; I've heard this on the internet. There is a cool poster VEG(ETARI)AN: CUT OUT THE CRAP. So good. Cheese rules. Eggs suck. Thanks cun.


WORD ASSOCIATION.

MURDER
Toffee

FAME

Toy

POWER

Violence

MONEY

Ka$$$h Money Crew

PYRAMIDS

Schemes

DEAD SEA SCROLLS

Atlantis


I AGREE ABOUT THE GRAFFITI PART. WOULD YOU SAY THE REASONS MUSICIANS DO THE RIVER PHEONIX IS BECAUSE THEY DIDNT WRITE GRAFFITI? THEY JUST END UP SNORTING THE WAY TO THE PRESCRIPTION PAD IN BETWEEN BANDS?

Nah man, toys just can't handle their addictions. Drugs shouldn't be used as a means to fill a void. THE DRUGS CONTROL YOU IN THE END IF YOU ARE TOY. Mo money. You know what's up.

I LIKE GETTING BAKED. THOUGHTS?

Wicked. Getting baked can be awesome, unless you turn into a Saturn Fly Catcher like Bruce UTBP. That cunt needs to settle down. I enjoy lengthy conversations and discussions about philosophy when I'm ripped as fuck.

FAVOURITE BANDS APART FROM ABCD? Paranoid Riptoid, Sock Maggot, Eyesore, Helta Skelta, Grief, Dystopia, Happy Families, Corrupted, Crossed Out, Konfu$ed Crew, Metlica.

THE GAME NEVER CHANGES, ONLY THE PLAYERS. WHO'S RUNNING THE SHIT AT THE MOMENT?
No individual is ever in control bro. You should know that. We're all just cogs in the world's machine and all that. This is also a fucking broad question with countless answers. I only count to 18 anyway, because thumbs aren't fingers, but toes are toes (weird hugh? What is a big toe referred to as?).

FAVOURITE COVER ART?
Iron Monkey - Our Problem

FAVOURITE LINE FROM A RAP SONG. I KNOW YOU GOT ONE.
'I'm lookin' nothing like yo poppa, I wouldn't give a chick ten cent to put cheese on a whoppa. Y'all wanna know why I'm so fly? A Girl asks me fo a ring and I put one around her whole eye'. Cun.

ANY NEW PROJECTS ON THE AGENDA AND YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN WHEN I ASK THIS YEP ATTILA THE HUN WITH A GUN, KEEP YA DISTANCE.

I don't know what you mean, bro. Suffer are touring in April; Melbourne, Brisbane and Adelaide. We've got a new 12" record which will also be out in April also. We'll be on hiatus for around 3 or 4 months, so I'll probably be more active in my other band, Drowning Horse. That is another project I am 'working on'. I generally just play guitar, use a large array of amps and look sad. Wicked.

WOULD YOU JOIN THE IRA?

KORDS SPEED FREAKS ANONYMOUS.

DO YOU LIKE WONDERSHOWZEN OR SUPERJAIL! BETTER?

Spankwire


THANKS FOR YOUR DEVOLUTION.
UTBP
.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

NEVER RUN AWAY FROM THE TIME POLICE YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE



New zine in the works, collecting contributions now then going to Adelaide and finishing it off.
Suck a fuck weeksters.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

YR HISTORY BICH

As I watch you stutter, it's always funny.
Biff Assault Squad, the UndefeaTed Bastard Punx.
Heavens Kastaways, Second Family.







































Photo roll over the last fortnight. Credit to Stevo for the Melbourne flicks. Rest in peace Haz & Mish.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Eight milligrams daily.




The electric kool aid test detracts from any kool you might have lying around your house. The immunity of some to the impunity of others is measured at an exponential rate. I wish some friends I had were still my friends, but they can go rot for all I care.
Doesn't make sense right? To envelop the masses in a blanket of comfort one must make them feel as if they are to be worried and scared. My biggest fan is on the floor, cage off, unused. Winter is coming and Melbourne/San Fran/Portland/Adelaide is calling. If I fail this semester look out world, I'm coming to date rape you. In the date. On a date. After eating sticky dates. Clear a date for it.

I hate what everyone has become and the perspective I have of them all. I as much hate the perspective that I have of myself, through the eyes of another person, whoever that person may be. The extrapolation of these thoughts leads to none other than a non congruent, disability pension eligible, self destruction device. I have no hope and or dreams to qualify or quantify the ability of the government to reincarnate every last thought I have and display it on the screen of some ASIO agent.
RECRUITMENT DRIVE TO MAKEOUT POINT.
All the while civil libertarians are screaming from the boot located under the bonnet, tied down to the engine block, pistons postulating about how hard to hit them in the face, chest and ribs. The ribs I didn't eat for dinner were delicious. I think my brain has slowly reworked itself into a post traumatic stress frenzy worth nothing but the paper its perforated on.
IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING THAT ISN'T YOURS, HOW DID I KNOW YOU WOULD USE IT ANYWAY? IS IT BECAUSE I KNOW YOU TOO WELL OR YOU KNOW ME TOO WELL?
The Former.
Transformers was on tonight, but I kind of missed out on tonight. Tonight was a write off. I passed out at 5pm and awoke about half an hour ago at 1.30am.

The figure climbed in the window to the sound of a warbling sparrow. The sparrow was all he craved, the innocence of that one bird, the infidelity could be over looked like a neighbours fence. But this bird plagued him. It was the destiny of the bird to flutter around, eating what was left by the Seagulls and the Pigeons, and the anchor could never sink his boat steady. He had to realise this.
But one day the anchor could maybe be used in an armed robbery or some sort of cheque fraud.

This writing gig is tiresome then revitalising then tiresome. I wrote down a whole lot of ideas, and tried to draw something on St Patrick's day but it ended badly with a muscle spasm-esque
metamorphosis. I digress.

I am now a slave to programming, but the programming of my choosing.
Long live Schedule Four and Schedule Eight drugs.
It's not really Narcotics Anonymous if you tell everyone your name when you rock up, is it.


Saturday, March 13, 2010

It's Not Who You Rock in The Scene,

Rather who you are in between.



I used to listen to this song on repeat with old mates who went and chose their own way and picked their own fate.

Kind of ironic, but true.
Too many brothers gone. The curse of the graffiti writer. When you are exposed to the fact you need to rack your paint, because a 13 year old kid can't explain why he needs 50 dollars to Mum, you are exposed to crime.
You need to paint, it's the closest to heaven as you are gonna get when you're young. That and chrome fills get you high as fuck when your painting a dayspot.
You don't realise this when you're young.

Soon you realise that if racking paint is that easy, racking DVD's and digital cameras is just as easy. Leanovers on rooftops slowly turn to leanovers over counters.

Then your Mum starts asking questions about your new garments and gadgets you flash about every week.
She knows you don't have a job.
So you try and get one step ahead.
You start selling what you've got. If you get cash, you think you'll be ok, you can just lie and say you have a job, even pay board and for food.

But then people start offering to swap you drugs for your goods.
Just as good as money, you probably get more money from the drugs then if someone paid straight cash, but you need to know people to liquify it to.
So you start moving in circles of users. You say you'll never be like them, and your just dealing to get by.
One day, a unsatisfied customer comes and says they want their money back, the shit you sold them was mud. The customer says you should start sampling the shit before you fucking sell it you monkey.

Then you start using, but just to make sure that your clientele are getting the best, and keep coming back.

Sooner than later, you are going to them for shit, and begging for another week to pay them back.

In the beginning all you wanted to do was write graffiti and get laid.
Now you're underweight, with one foot in the grave.

Too many times has this song been playing and all I get are bad acid flashbacks of my life and the lives of those I miss to this day.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I like Milk.



I love Milk.
Flavoured, Full cream, Hilo.
Even Soy.

I was so influenced by advertising I bought a two dollar packet of gum.
My scissors are red.
I only have three Valium left.
I do have more than three Fisherman's Friends left.
I wish fishermen had real friends, and not just friends that hang out in a packet.

I have a real leather jacket and a real pleather jacket.
I need a lamp in my room so I can scrawl in the dark and not by computer light.
Billie gave me a poster by Ralph Steadman and I have slid some typewritten parchment in between the broken shards of glass and the poster.

Sometimes I'll wake up with a whole lot of stuff in my room that I can't remember buying or stealing.

Once I woke up in someone's house in North Perth. No one was home. I didn't fuck anyone because apparently I woke up in a guys bed. It could of been a squat because I had called a friend and told her about it as it was happening, and she said, that I said, there was fuckall in the house. The only reason I remember that ever so vaguely is because she reminded me about it when we were walking on Lake St a few months ago.

I suffer severe self induced memory loss.

Suffer are a good band. So are BLKOUT.
UNTOUCHABLE BASTARDS, PERTH.
That's some real unity there.
I should go to uni today.

Fuck.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

This is what was under my bed.

Exhibit A.








Yep. I had that all under my bed. Want to sleep with me anymore than you did thirty seconds ago?





Bitches Ain't Shit.





Coremitted eshay.





I'm a Chiko roll man.

Monday, March 8, 2010

DEAR UNIVERSITY OF MELBOURNE STUDENT



Totally unrelated piece of 80's throwback.

Now I continue.

Yes.
It's true.

I FUCKING HATE BEL MONEYPENNY, THE IDIOTIC EDITOR IN CHIEF AT VOICEHURTSFAGAZINE. IT'S OBVIOUS. I MENTION HER STUPID NAME ONCE IN THIS BLOG. YET YOU LOT, SEEM TO KEEP COMING TO THIS SITE. BRING BACK THE OLD EDITOR.

HOWEVER, IT'S NOT THIS THAT I MIND. BY ALL MEANS, INVADE MY BRAIN AND PLAGIARIZE MY SHIT, USE TRACING PAPER AND WHITE OUT ON YOUR BRAND NEW LCD PLASMA HEROIN MONITORS BUT FOR FUCKS SAKE.

INSTEAD OF GOOGLING "FUCK BEL MONEYPENNY",
JUST COME STRAIGHT HERE.

THE ADDRESS IS HTTP://WWW.TOETAGSANDBODYBAGS.BLOGSPOT.COM
THAT WILL LEAD YOU TO WHAT YOU ARE READING NOW.
FROM HERE YOU CAN NAVIGATE TO LAST NOVEMBER OR FEBRUARY OR WHENEVER THE FUCK IT WAS THAT I HATED SOMEONE SO MUCH I WROTE "FUCK BEL MONEYPENNY" AS A BLOG TITLE, AND YOU KNOW WHAT?

I THINK IT WAS THE
SIX MINUTES AND 46 SECONDS AND FOUR PAGE VIEWS THAT PISSED ME OFF MORE.
AND NOW YOU STUDENTS ARE SEARCHING ADOLFO AS WELL.
(I THINK I SAID SOMETHING ABOUT HIM ONCE, AFTER THE SATANIC SPAWN OF SERIAL MASTUBATORS WAS WIPED OFF THE SHEET AND FED TO HIM BY THE EVIL MS. MONEYPENNY HERSELF. THAT OR SHE JUST REFERRED ME ON. FUCK I HATE THESE PEOPLE.

IM PRETTY SURE HER REAL NAME IS BEL SCHENK.
HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES?
SO JUST SEARCH FOR BEL SCHENK NOW, AND END UP HERE, TO END UP READING ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU FUCKING PISS ME OFF BY DOING THAT.
ALSO DOWNLOAD MY FREE CONTENT TO THE RIGHT AND HAVE A NICE DAY.
WELCOME TO COSTCO.
I LOVE YOU.

HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES?

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Band Recruitment.



I want to start a band called
The Schedule Eight's.
I want to cover this song made famous by The Clash.
I've blatantly changed the lyrics.

P.S The people who search Google with "fuck bel moneypenny" for the last 6 months, just come directly here dudes.

The police walked in for Jimmy Hats
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Hats.

Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
Police came looking for Jimmy Hats.

So if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
See it gets to Jimmy Hats, see.

So tell me now
Police come in they said
Now, where's Jimmy Hats?
I said, Hmm he was here but uh,
He said he went out?

Who is it they're looking for?
Jimmy Hats, Hats, Hats, Hats eh

Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
Cut off his ears and they'll chop off his head
Oh you're looking for
Jimmy Hats, Hats...

What a relief!
I feel like a soldier,
But I look like a thief.

The police walked in for Jimmy Hats
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Hats.

Don't you bother me, not anymore
I can't take this tale, oh, no more
It's all around, Jimmy Hats.

H-a-zee zee H-a-zed zed
H-a-zed zed Jimmy Hats.

And then it sucks.
He said, suck that!
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother.
And see what you found.
But I guarantee you that it ain't your day.
Your time, it ain't your day.

Chop! Chop!

Less Prevalent, More Potent

I'VE BEEN BITTEN BY THE WRITING BUG AGAIN.
STAY TOONED FOR MORE WORK SOON.
I NEED TO GO TO UNIVERSITY LIKE, MORE THAN ONCE A WEEK.
HOPEFULLY MY PERVERSITY IS REVEALED SOON.



Less Prevalent, More Potent

Stay free little kid,
Your mother ain't what she said she did,
So turn and face your father kid,
And do all the things that he taught you.

But when all your father taught you was to hold a gun,
and treat women like targets, one by one,
You always end up in the wrong place,
With the wrong someone.

So grow tired of the withdrawal affects and let your muscles cramp,
cos' after a while, the pills stop making you smile, and you're hocking in your brother's amp.

A good friend asked me for Heroin the other day, so I gave her a bar of Xanax.

She passed out in my housemates bed 25 minutes later, fuck her, I need that shit, I'm prone to panic attacks.

If she can't handle one pill, why is she asking me for the Holy Communion, to be so Frenchy, so Chic?
The fame of glamour and fortune is evenly balanced by the fame of solitude and poor health, and left a mystery, like the detective on Twin Peaks.

You're famous kid.



Because everyone knows who that guy is.