This Ain’t No Party, This Ain’t No Disco, This Is An Event Sponsored by Hendrick’s Gin By Jacob Shelton

This Ain’t No Party, This Ain’t No Disco, This Is An Event Sponsored by Hendrick’s Gin By Jacob Shelton

Last Wednesday I was suffering from a case of the mid-week mopes when an email from a local taste maker website popped up on my digital typewriter informing me of a party currently in progress only a short walk away from my writing office/apartment. I had been trying to think of a rhyme for dialogue for the past five hours and felt that a bit of air and a party would be good for my constitution. And as it had been a few months since I’d actually reviewed anything I felt that could probably get some free pens out of the trip. Or at the very least a promotional goat cheese slider.

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Elf On Da Shelf W/ The Weekend Pilots!

Elf On Da Shelf W/ The Weekend Pilots!

Kill Pretty is now in dirty dealings with everyone's favorite comedy band The Weekend Pilots! Every month we will be writing an article inspired by one of their songs. 

This month they threw us a X-mas song and even though we hate X-mas we love evil killer dolls so we went with it.

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MARVL US Interview Part 1

MARVL US Interview Part 1

In every city there are writers that affect the world they paint. Some perfect their pieces, others obsess over destroying property and there's a million in between. Not all of them gain world wide success but the savages always have an affect. Kill Pretty loves learning about the over looked writers of different generations. The ones that put in the work, and it that town they are a household name.

MARVEL US was a household name in the Bay Area. More like a legend. 10 years after he stopped writing we would still catch his tags hidden around skate spots and rusty old poles. US had it's own coveted place in the graffiti history of the bay (and still does) and MARVEL seemed to be one of the most prolific and mysterious names in the crew. 

Sitting down to talk to MARVEL was like stepping back into the early 90's. Everyone skated and everyone tagged. San Francisco was in the middle of a Renaissance that would last through the decade. Let's sit back and hear what MARVEL saw.

 

 

Tell me about writing in the early 90’s. What do you remember?

At the core of it, this is skateboard culture. We were all serious skaters. It’s this culture where you skate and you travel to all these different spots. As you travel to these different spots you hit up a tag. I saw other people doing that in ‘89 and I thought they were total degenerates. I was like, “Oh my god you did that right on that wall, you’re gonna fuck up this whole place for us.” Then later on I saw some more sophisticated graffiti and it was just one of those things. It was a whole new language.

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Why I Hate TV By Forkface Digitalis

Art by Tomas Brewer

Art by Tomas Brewer

 I don't like television.

 Not just for the usual reasons;  6 corporations controlling the information and trying to sell You stupid shit.  

   Well, let's start with the stupid shit selling.  Commercials are SO INSULTING and NOBODY TALKS ABOUT IT! They treat You like You're literally retarded!!

   “Good mothers use tide.  You’re kind of a piece of shit if You don’t. You don’t have Life insurance? How do You live without the piece of mind? What kind of meaningless black hole of existence do you live in where You’re not enjoy the refreshing taste of a Coca Cola right now?  Did You forget that Coca Cola exists?  Not if We can help it!”            

 

                 Before You ever start watching tv, somebody should sit You down and explain to You what's about to happen:  "Groups of the most advanced mind benders are going to FUCK with Your head in every way possible to get You to buy stuff."

   These are Marketing Samurai dedicated to altering Your mind and they mean business.  Making adjustments.  Just straight up fucking with Your head.  So are You down with that?"  

                       "⚡Fuck Yeah⚡, I did push the button, didn't I?  Power on, motherfucker!¡  You wanna activate all Your mental screwdrivers and lasers and weapons systems directly at My fucking mind?  Rock and roll!  Rock and roll because Barbara Walters looks like she totally just shat her pants at the Macy's Thanksgiving day parade.  Rock and Roll because the waitress's little angel is watching Robocop II while mommy's friend shows Mommy his new advanced yoga move: "The Pussy-Blaster." Rock and Roll because Lindsay Lohan's asshole prolapsed on TMZ's "Who's that hole?"

   My least favorite thing about tv is that it's not interactive!  

Someone on tv can say whatever they want to Your face... and You can never punch them in theirs.  The biggest most fucked up well engineered weapon of mass destruction of a lie; and it doesn't matter how insulting it is, or how much it flips You the fuck out because it's psycho, or bullshit, or it's condescending.  It doesn't matter how much You scream and shout, You can't do anything about it!  It's a one way channel, man.  They give 0 fucks.  They tell You what to think and feel and Your feedback is not welcome, Motherfuckarrr!  The medium is the message and the message is a middle finger!

      You see them saying this shit on tv, or portraying a  flattened and distorted fun-house mirror image worldview of the Universe, and they make it look like it's the one complete, collective, group consciousness, agreed upon stuff; but it's fucking dumb.  Duuuuuuuuuuumb!  So so very very ♪♫dum, dah-dum-dum, DUMB♪♫.  I swear the stupid is highly fucking contagious.  The dumb vapid immature view of humanity and the universe rubs off on motherfuckers- because they have to assume that everyone else is operating from the same whacked out view of the world that tv is portraying! So motherfuckers get their worldview pushed around to fit the tv's horseshit hallucinations!

      They're always trying to get motherfuckers to hallucinate and be terrified of every stupid fucking statistically insignificant misfortune one could ever befall, from terrorism to heart failure, you know how they are.   

      They promote such fucking cowardice!  Insane cowardice, from “No one will fuck you if you don’t buy our deodorant” to “You’ve been shot, We’ve got to get you to a hospital!”  If they had television in Teddy Roosevelt’s day, He’d have never made it to work with all the getting shot and going to hospitals.

    "Holy shit there's dudes across the planet in caves with machine guns!  We must freak out and pass the new 'National Not Having a Mouth Bit Freedom Act', which will launch a 60 billion dollar campaign to liberate humans everywhere from the lack of a metal bit in their mouth strapped in place at all times by the use of a inexpensive, yet indestructible kevlar face harness, and it comes with a new and improved social structure!"

      Actually that's pretty bold and audacious.  Perhaps I've been envying the fuck stomp take no prisoners attitude of the creators of television programming. *gasp*  I'm pissed off because I'm jealous that THEY get to infect a captive audience of millions of people with THEIR shitty ideas.

       I take back everything bad I ever said about the sacred talking box. Just in time to fuck up some 'Bad Judge.'


Drunken Art Reviews

When we're bored well throw Mr. Rich a bunch of paintings and stuff from the Juxtapoz website and see what he thinks. He gets no information on the artist or any context, just images. Here's our staff drunk talking contemporary art.

 

 

WOOOOOOOOOOOO!  ITS’S CHRISMAHANNAKWANZA EVERYBODY!  

And you noel what that means.  Shit is about to get craaaaaaaazy.  My master sends me these, supposed, beautiful pieces of art and I let you know just how ass-farty they really are……....so let’s do it.

 

Jean-Paul Bourdier

Jean-Paul Bourdier

 

Blurry photo of UFOs lives in my back

I want to superimpose a lion or tiger about to devour this woman for being in another piece of crap.  At least then there’d be something interesting going on.  She’s probably the same naked chick that has been in all the other naked chick artwork that keeps vomiting itself out of the current shitty art wheel that is, “hipsters trying too hard”.  Why isn’t the back of her head painted?  She didn’t want to get ketchup in her hair.  What’s the matter with this photo?  It’s trying too hard and it’s been done before.  Better.  By Pink Floyd.  More chicks, better art on there backs, and lot’s of cocaine.  I think there was cocaine, so yeah.  

Ryohei Hase

Ryohei Hase

Skull-helmet or not

There is a story here.  Which one, I’m not sure.  That skull could be a helmet.  Maybe they were getting married and a hidden assassin hit her in the neck with a dart and he’s like, “Noooooooooo!  Mi Amor!”.  Or he’s just just a dinosaur-head dude and there was a huge battle and he just made it to the throne room and now he’s going to eat her brains.

 

Rune Christensen

Rune Christensen

Yogurt rope antlers

Yes!  This something I would have blown up to 80”x80” and it would hit you right in the face as you walked through my front door.  I do believe he has a peace sign tattooed next to his left eye, or mercedes logo.  Either way, he’s seems like an upbeat fellow.  He has the Christmas spirit and he is ready to party for sure.  And not just anybody is willing to let a whole group of people ejaculate on their special antlers.

 

Ines Kozic

Ines Kozic

Best way to eat soup ever

This is what I’m gonna look like in a year.  You just wait.  No more bowls for me.  How do you eat your food?  With your hands?  Pfhh.  Tons of condescending snerfs at everyone will be had.  Look how peaceful he is.  Probably just got done having some new england clam chowder in a beard bowl and is ready for a siesta.  Or he’s nursing orphaned baby birds back to health.

 

Morning Breath

Morning Breath

You are what you eat

It’s so weird that everyone always draws cartoons with 4 fingers.  I got money that that is Darth Vader on the right side.  But, anyway, why not come on over and hang out with Mr. Pizza Face.  “Wanna hit this joint?  Wanna lick my popsicle?  I’m a pretty cool guy except for the fact that I lack eyebrow plucking skills, but hey.”  And then as you get closer because you’re about to hit that joint you notice his lips start quivering.  His lips extend outward.  His upper lip, up and over his head and his lower lip down and around his his feet.  His lips engulf his own body and as they do so, the opening that was his mouth becomes the head of a giant red spined lizard-like creature.  He grabs your entire body in his right hand and as he does so he calls you a sucker in a low demonic voice before biting your head off.  Once inside his stomach, you wonder why you’re not dead.  The rest of your body joins you seconds later.  A face forms on the lining of the creatures stomach that looks similar to Ray Charles and begins to talk.  He says that this creature’s body has the ability to suspend the life of whatever it is digesting in order to fully absorb its soul as well as its nutrients, which is a process that takes 10 years.  He then asks you if you want to play a game of Uno.  You ponder to yourself, whether or not you fed your cat.

 

Jonny Negron

Jonny Negron

Floaters

Now that I’m done laughing like Butthead from Beavis and Butthead…  Can’t say I didn’t look at this for a while.  Is that Anna Nicole Smith?  I don’t know why but this makes me want to go play Saints Row 3 and run around hitting pedestrians with a dildo.  

 

Pokras Lampas

Pokras Lampas

Cool sheets

Can’t say I mind my job right now.  I think I gotta, you know, take a break from typing for a second.

 

Markus Linnenbrink

Markus Linnenbrink

Woah

“Hey guys, you want go visit Timothy Leary’s house?”  Please don’t lock me in this room if I’m on acid or mushrooms.  I don’t think I’d be able to find way out, ever.  There you go, turn the house into a maze for trippers.  You get to the end, you get spayed in the face with Hershey’s syrup and then you go back out into Burning Man.  

You guys go through the rainbow house?

Yeah, it was magical.

I felt like Dave at the end of 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Yeah, I like the part where I got sprayed in the face.

    Me too. :)

 

Steve Mccurry

Steve Mccurry

Boring

Good contrast.  Deep thoughts.  He mumbled to himself derisively.  Who cares about some fucking camels next to a fire.  Big fucking deal.  It happens all the time over there.  Things are constantly blowing up and getting lit on fire.  It’s common place.  Even the camels know this and have adjusted.  It doesn’t look like they’re too worried.  Yup, another giant fire, they say to themselves.  And I know it happens, so I don’t give a hoot about whether you think it makes for good photographs.  Sigh.

 

PANT

PANT

Pant/Pint

I’ve been given the ok to bash graffiti by the boss upstairs, so here we go.  Is this on the side of a car repair shop because it looks like an advertisement for motor oil.  Why are there 3 names under this piece?  Did you all work on it, you lazy stoners.  Or are you just so in love with each other that you write each others names under every tag you do?  If you guys made your names a little more legible, you might actually make some money some day.  Good one, he said to himself.

 

Ben Jones

Ben Jones

Who dat

Is that the Cosby’s or something?  That show is pretty old.  I can’t imagine why anyone would want to buy this.  I watched that shit when I was 5.  Isn’t he molesting chicks now?  When did Bill get a tattoo like Mike Tyson.  Are they friends now?  This is so confusing.  He’s got an anarchy symbol and a peace symbol on his face.  Which is it?  Which do you want Bill?!  Peace?  Or Anarchy?

 

Dongwook Lee

Dongwook Lee

It’s kinda what my dumps look like after eating a lot of shrimp

Hey man, you wanna try this new drug?

    What’s it called?

Stem.

    What’s it do?

It makes you feel like a super-human.

    Is there any come down?

You see babies everywhere.

    That’s it?

What’s the message here?  I get it.  We can put a baby in you like that.  Why not.  If you have trouble getting the D you gotta do what you gotta do.  Just don’t inject me with, thank you.




Alright folks, that's a wrap.  I hope you have a beautiful end to your year and get muy schlitterbahn’d for new years.  Don’t make a new years resolution ‘cuz you won’t keep it and try not to get arrested.  Later.

THRIFT SHOP TECH REVIEW: APPLE IPHONE 4S by Ignatius J. Really

THRIFT SHOP TECH REVIEW: APPLE IPHONE 4S by Ignatius J. Really

I didn't feel like going to Goodwill this week. Take that, Kill Pretty.

I did, however, finally get an iPhone. It's a 4s, let's not get ahead of ourselves, but it is a step in the right direction. Or so I'm told. It's not exactly an old, vintage piece of technology, but all you teeny-bopper Beliebers might say so, since they're on the iPhone 1,476 by now.

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The Best Friend You Ever Had - Weed Delivery In New York By Jon Benito

The Best Friend You Ever Had - Weed Delivery In New York By Jon Benito

Five years ago I met this guy at this loft party in Brooklyn. It was July 1st and I had literally just gotten off the plane from Florida. I spent the month of June following every Pride week between Orlando and South Beach, and ended the parade with a week long music conference of the EDM variety. It was the kind of month where everyone talked about snow, but it never snowed. He had over heard me talking about my adventure in South Beach, which ended with this methed out dude in pink denim daisy dukes, a wife beater, and just socks, no shoes, following me down  A1A grabbing his junk.

We began talking, exchanging stories, until he decided to open his bag and pulled out a rather large ziploc bag full of jewel cases packed with herb. He handed me a business card and said, "I work for Jack, and don't ask me who Jack is 'cuz I know jack shit."  Apparently, he worked for one of those delightful delivery services. The kind where you call a number within the five boros of New York City, and an angry man picks up the phone. He demands your name and address and says thirty minutes. Then just like that, two or three hours later a guy is in your apartment pulling out various strains of cannabis to choose from at a premium price. Very illegal, which makes it very convenient. You don't have to leave your house! Regardless, over the past several years we got to know each other real well. It took a while, but after four years, he finally agreed to answer some questions...

Jon:  Start off with how you got started?

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The Golden Ticket

The Golden Ticket

In 1993, a movie called “Last Action Hero” was released to the world and a specific aspect of it has always stuck with and intrigued me.  I’m not here to argue that this is a great movie(although it is pretty fuckin’ good) or that Arnold Schwarzenegger is the shit and has acted in some of the greatest movies ever made(Twins, Junior, Jingle All The Way).  I am here to discuss a golden ticket that gave you entrance into something amazing and it wasn’t into a retarded chocolate factory.

 

Before J. J. Abrams copyrighted lens flares, before Charles Dance was cutting apart animals on Game of Thrones, and even before Bridgette Wilson-Sampras got old and gave up on life, we were introduced to this(yet another) random Arnie movie.  But this time the plot device was a golden ticket, supposedly bestowed with magic by Houdini, that allowed its owner to travel in and out of movies at will.  AWESOME!   Unfortunately, the owner of this ticket is a runty little brat with no imagination and once it falls into the hands of somebody with a little more creativity, his head explodes.  He spoke of bringing a group of famous villains into the world, I’m here to kick it up a notch.

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You Can't Wait To Know This! by Keith Garsee

You Can't Wait To Know This! by Keith Garsee

Little-old-man-turned-Internet-villain Bill Cosby was spotted over the weekend eating a piece of fruit. No confirmation yet as to what kind of fruit it was, but it was probably one of the types of fruits that grows on trees and definitely not the gay kind because everyone knows now that Bill Cosby likes pussy.

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My Brain Hurts

My Brain Hurts

After I pissed myself the last time I got drunk, my phone wont let me unlock it unless I restart it.  I wonder if this was all plotted.  The phone still works, but now when I text, it repeats every letter to the point that it looks like I’m a stuttering idiot.  I’m not. I speak with perfect clarity.  But my phone disagrees. To all my “friends” it seems normal because I’m constantly hammered and sending weird texts.

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How to Get the Girl

How to Get the Girl

So You've got Your sights set on the perfect girl, huh?

She's got a perfect smile, perfect boobs, and perfect soul.  She goes to the same Circle K you go to, buys the same swisher sweets you buy;  she gets the same weed from the same guy you do, and has the same stds you have.  But how do You go from standing in the Circle K line to watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze with her, while she finds out the secret to your ooze with a careless handjob as Vanilla Ice sings 'Go Ninja Go Ninja Go!'?

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Easy Life

Easy Life

I wish they had crash courses and classes for losers.  Even if it’s not real, at least you can lie to yourself and say that you achieved something.  Why does everything have to be real and professional?  It makes no sense.  There’s a whole mass of people that are stupid or not physically able to do anything, but they still have dreams.

Say you want to be the shit at karate. Drop some cash, throw some punches, kick some kicks, and BAM! After two or something classes some Asian guy gives you a first place trophy and a black belt. So what if other people don’t think it counts. When it comes down to it, do you care more about your opinion or there’s? Hmmm? After that you can walk about with your head held high knowing you can beat up the next retard you see.

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