Friday, October 28, 2011
Zeus Gives Banksy an Update
It would be kind of funny if it wasn't so tragic, I did a monopoly piece first please give me some credit, okay sure have some credit for a shit idea and while you're all busy with your hissy fit maybe try to remember what the fuck is happening? No i thought not, here's a fiver fuck off.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
One Last Circle Jerk Before they Blow Each Other's Brains Out
....we can but hope
'On Sunday 30th October 2011, an exciting Urban Art Sale is going to be held at Black Rat Gallery in Hoxton. The event will also feature a Live Art show with the featured artists from 6pm – 9pm.
This sale is for one night only! Exclusive print releases are available so don’t miss out on a chance to own a stunning piece of UK Urban Art'
For the fucking Apprentice BRP and Pure Evil will sell what's left of their tattered images for a little more fame and cash - FUCK OFF NOW.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Banksy Occupy Piece
protesting done nicely nicely for the kids? Lost as to the statement this makes, other than the obvious, which in this case isn't enough.(But acts as Banksy's mention in the press for another month). The positive though, maybe a few more fuckwits will bother to lift their heads from their arseholes and actually wonder what's going on in the world? Who's next to get some publicity?
Greed You Can Bank On
a piece placed to advertise an upcoming show, using a protest that at its heart is about the abuse of power by the few to fill their pockets
99% agreed what a K-unt Guy
99% agreed what a K-unt Guy
Friday, October 21, 2011
Anonymous Says 'The post mortem results are in'
'Art, Urban
Official cause of death
Smothering, malnutrition, exposure, aggravated by delusions of grandeur, paranoia, malignant narcissistic personality disorder and a Napoleon Complex,
Coroners note
it never really had a chance and was doomed from day one due to these serious mental delusions meaning its whole miserable life was about control and money, cronyism, censorship hypocrisy and cliches.
Arguments are currently underway about what to do with the corpse, as apparently many people have not yet realised it IS a corpse and many of those that have wish to prop it up and parade it around a little longer to keep stocks level and avoid risking a crash, and cover the putrescent smell with garlic, but friends of the deceased have pointed out that it's aversion to garlic due to its vampirical life as an unapologetic parasite may be seen as cruel and unusual and are suggesting a whitethorn stake to the heart to avoid any future disturbance.'
Some rabid dogs dragged the corpse out onto the street the other day and were seen fighting over the remnants of the dried worn putrid flesh hoping to find something edible, leaving just well worn bones behind.
And so it came to pass, the street took back the graf, raised a weary middle finger to the hapless cunts who had tried to take what they never understood. While the hipster street artists, realised their one idea now no longer needed the street, just the 'idea' of the street, a crooked gallery, a tired garage art fair, a total lack of anything worth even fucking looking at. Just a sad bunch of useless sticker collecting, penile dysfunctioning men boys, continually comparing their dwindling investment portfolio's and looking on in bemusement at Banksy's secretive money foraging strategies.
Amen.
Official cause of death
Smothering, malnutrition, exposure, aggravated by delusions of grandeur, paranoia, malignant narcissistic personality disorder and a Napoleon Complex,
Coroners note
it never really had a chance and was doomed from day one due to these serious mental delusions meaning its whole miserable life was about control and money, cronyism, censorship hypocrisy and cliches.
Arguments are currently underway about what to do with the corpse, as apparently many people have not yet realised it IS a corpse and many of those that have wish to prop it up and parade it around a little longer to keep stocks level and avoid risking a crash, and cover the putrescent smell with garlic, but friends of the deceased have pointed out that it's aversion to garlic due to its vampirical life as an unapologetic parasite may be seen as cruel and unusual and are suggesting a whitethorn stake to the heart to avoid any future disturbance.'
Some rabid dogs dragged the corpse out onto the street the other day and were seen fighting over the remnants of the dried worn putrid flesh hoping to find something edible, leaving just well worn bones behind.
And so it came to pass, the street took back the graf, raised a weary middle finger to the hapless cunts who had tried to take what they never understood. While the hipster street artists, realised their one idea now no longer needed the street, just the 'idea' of the street, a crooked gallery, a tired garage art fair, a total lack of anything worth even fucking looking at. Just a sad bunch of useless sticker collecting, penile dysfunctioning men boys, continually comparing their dwindling investment portfolio's and looking on in bemusement at Banksy's secretive money foraging strategies.
Amen.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Anonymous Says 'Monica's Minor tour'
'The Lazarides Minotaur will shortly be serving fine cuisine accompanied by an inhaled aperitif of
stale urine in the tunnels underneath London’s most boring commuter belt station. Naturally this is timed for the impending art market influx into London where gaily coloured tights on the
ladies will mingle with suits complaining they cannot get Blackberry reception below (or even above) ground.
Across town in the Shoreditch Village a rival fleecing operation will be in full swing under the guise of Moniker (which is East London vernacular for “overpriced”). Both will exude an edgy urban feel with the now customary private views for those with the money and cheap beer for those with the blogs. Range Rovers and fixie bikes will rest outside alongside each other but for a few hours then be off.
Meanwhile the streets of East London will remain bare of non permission street art, with barely enough surviving to warrant the £10 cost of a street art London walking tour.'
stale urine in the tunnels underneath London’s most boring commuter belt station. Naturally this is timed for the impending art market influx into London where gaily coloured tights on the
ladies will mingle with suits complaining they cannot get Blackberry reception below (or even above) ground.
Across town in the Shoreditch Village a rival fleecing operation will be in full swing under the guise of Moniker (which is East London vernacular for “overpriced”). Both will exude an edgy urban feel with the now customary private views for those with the money and cheap beer for those with the blogs. Range Rovers and fixie bikes will rest outside alongside each other but for a few hours then be off.
Meanwhile the streets of East London will remain bare of non permission street art, with barely enough surviving to warrant the £10 cost of a street art London walking tour.'
Friday, October 7, 2011
Kenny Random Master of Schlock
You've got to wonder about the intelligence of some of these cunts, this is almost fucking brillant, it shocks the Daily Mail readers of the urban art world, so rejoice, yet it's utter fucking shit, yeah it's Dface in disguise (is there a worse compliment)?
Monday, October 3, 2011
Keep your beer cold care of street art
Need some more fucking clutter? Want some affirmation of your coolness? Buy this fucking shit from steve powers - your wife's favourite master of the banal platitude.
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