#latfo

[whitetrashwarriorprincess]

Amber Amnesia, Trainhopper, 90's

[yeettharich]

[jackawful]

hopping trains is so cool and good like...a little bit of patience and respect, a little willingness to break the rules & good sense enough to do so safely and be quiet when it counts, and you can just fuckin GO anywhere for free? it's like a really long mostly-flat rollercoaster. it's like being a flea on the back of a dragon. you ride a great loud mechanical beast that has been a tool of genocide and capitalist cruelty since its invention and you parasitize it for your own ends and in doing so you join a lineage of poor people taking agency over their lives dating back over a century. the brake dust I saw sparkling in the air has seeped into my pores and made me a new person.

[concupiscience]

[alchemisland]

Crust Punk Scene

Thinking back to my days as a crust punk

It was cans everyday before I smoked skunk

Looking back can’t imagine what she thought, mum

I smoked, screamed, pierced myself and battered drums

All my mates over all the time doing what they couldn’t

At home, always people explored shadows they normally wouldn’t

Around me, in this sense I am satan’s sudden student

Said don’t need no education but I’m not the type to bunk

In Ireland we call it mitching, tell you true I never played truant

That game I never played through it, I did do it though

Leaving school, true to my word there, they’re all fools

Drooling on desks, whole thing an out of control April Fool

I rue a man to put a rule on me, do one man, judge ruling on me

Midway through fifth year I elected to leave, selected my reprieve and none could refuse me

I worked in my dad’s while my mates went to school, few quid for the pocket, mostly for booze

The rest I spent on looking punk as fuck, bulletbelts getting delivered bulk

I had more anger in me, and more rips in my clothes, than incredible Hulk

Carry No Banners from Galway became Cut The Reins, went Galway a lot 

Lovely spot but cut the rains

At the Spanish Arch drinking cans all day

They call this place ambition’s grave

Nightlife to rave about, suddenly you’re fifty and never got out

Use the old sessioners as a lesson on what not to be, less than pensioners but close

These licentionnaires with greying hair at college parties plying wares

Only kiss they get result of double dares.

Spent plenty hard cash perfecting my look

Moon in Leo outlook, out with the old room for my new look

Never out unless looking good, flooded with looks my bulk

Onlookers audibly say fuckkkkkkk, like The Wire’s Bunk 

I only cared about being the punkest punk, no giving fucks

More binfrequenting than local fox

Some shouldn’thavesent in sentbox.

Everyday in full costume like an habitual monk

The way you do when you’re young

I wrote punk’s dead in marker on my sleeveless parka shirt from army surplus

I had a navy nike hat with an immortal patch on, buckle had rust

Never saw it again when I left it on a Greyhound Galwaybound GoBus

Frayed with wearing, greyed with caring, grade unerring it was my A hat

I had studs and metal bits glued onto all my jackets

Nothing flair lacking

Nothing’s fair that age

Started using red dax wax to sculpt my hair into liberty spikes

Until my top tips signalled to the rising moon like IRA pikes

No rules except what to think, wear, listen to and how to act

Didn’t realise I was signing a pact, I’m listening to Filthpact

Crusties barely wash after enacting the No Showers Act of 10 years back

Their baggy clothes are filth packed

Like wallowing pigs they’re filth backed

At crust gigs no pints are sold

It’s bold but might get one water to pour in a six pack

Posh father daughters playing at homeless, LATFO lmao

Caught between a rock and NWOBHM, more piss smell than OTO

Bake sale

Pit hair like lichens sprouting my cut off Amebix merchandise

Dreads dirt-caked, Latvian army boots in bad shape, looking like piltdown man

They shout crust as fuck existence in can-strewn Cabra kitchens

They form bands called Nuclear Axe Wound or Mandatory Deexistence

No distance between bands, scene is small and incestuous 

Every second punk kid here attended Wesley, half played rugby

Dad’s in the ministry like Weasleys, but they’re punx see

Purposely didn’t take their pocket money, funds beneath their dignity

Rather play for beers, be dirty and have nits, playing on the streets

Dirty knees kid calls himself a magpie, watches train hopping documentaries

A total crock those demo tracks you sent to me, 4 track ra-punk 

Shit be the scent of me, all kak perfume, two birds and eighty blokes per show

Lops off locks and let grease wind dreadlocks, acquire shocking forehead stick and pokes

Squat the world, he jokes, his dad’s place is on millionaire’s row

Fucked up at the front of the show, milling elbows

Dreadlocks like a dingleberry lasso 

Buckfast purple lips and unwashed teeth on show

Your uncle has a spare rolex, everything gold like butter

Your patch says train robber, another says cradle2gutter

You all absolutely deserve each other.

Hanging around the closest we have to train tracks

Pretending you’re leatherclad raiders outta Mad Max

Spent my inheritance on cans, family won’t see me again

Until I’m in dire need of a lend, I also attend Christmas and holidays

Driving mammy around the bend, arrived for Thanksgiving dressed like a Fallout raider

They have saved up but secluded my money until I grow up, few years finding myself

Finally settle into a position at Dad’s firm, dad’s firm on this decision, I’m binding myself

To his millions.

Yes me boys that’s me gone, striking out west goodbye Muirsin Durkin.

[tearingdowntheborders]

i'm back!! i did cry when they unbanned my blog. i've put alot of love into this space since 2009! through so many stages i've had this as a safe place to vent <3

[scurvdaperv]

The only bath a crusty will take. (Seattle, WA)

[sid-onmyface]

[yeettharich]

i dont think ill ever stop thinking of when i first met you in new orleans dope sick and how we met up again at maryland death fest crying and dting and had our first maine summer california sober. i dont know if i ever had as many beautiful sober days before that. im still here trying to keep myself and our friends alive. were all still building off the base layer set way back then. miss u

[concupiscience]

[deadpeasants]

Toilet paper status: safe.

[sorrowboundband]

A song about addiction. Fucked up here n there but I'm not doing multiple takes anymore. Also, shoutout to my dear friend Dan who helped me with the lyrics to this early one morning.

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Lyrics:

I got a secret don't tell nobody nobody's got to know

I haven't been sleepin no I haven't can't remember the last night

and I don't know how it got this far how far it goes far it goes

we're goin to a party of course you're invited no you can't ever leave

we're gonna be dreamin gonna be singin til the mornin light come through the window

and I don't know how it got this far how far it goes far it goes

the world keeps spinnin here I'm sittin wonderin where to go

yesterday's over tomorrow may be sober for now I'm comin down

and I don't know how it got this far how far it goes far it goes

I've had a secret God, I wanna tell it somebody's got to know

I'm makin some changes do some rearrangin for some people I used to know

and now I know I've come this far got miles to go miles to go

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[esotericcarnage]

Therapist: Oogle Olivia isn't real, she can't hurt you.

Oogle Olivia:

[baptizedinpiss]

Suckin on my pookie like you wantin' me callin' me #beintherelikeswimwear #sexybitch #halp #latfo #signfliersunion

[nyctophilia-and-flannels]

You know whats worse than our internet being fucked with?

83% of American citizens and 3 of 4 Republicans--despite the FCC being Republican run--voted against this bill. It passed. And as if blatantly proving that we do NOT have ANY say in our "democracy" wasn't cause enough for a revolution (which is our constitutional right, not that they care), Ajit Pai the president of the FCC stooped to a despicable low by posting a video to the conservative site The Daily Caller openly mocking those of us who opposed it, with all the grace and professionalism of a 2 year old.

I'm a radical leftist and my usual fellow antifa are for some unfathomable reason not as enraged as I am. If we keep letting our freedoms get trashed, and now MOCKED, for fear of jail or not thinking we'll make a difference, we will have no rights left eventually. I don't know how to organize and rally and I'm anything but a leader, but i have to try. So this is a call to arms. If you wanna keep your rights, if you dont want to be treated like a pawn, a cog, lesser because of something as earth bound as corrupt politics, if your dignity as a human being matters to you at all, we gotta stir up some hell. I don't mean protest, i mean black bloc, take direct action against the machinery of oppression. If you are about to say some liberal ass shit this isnt for you, this is for antifa, for the diy punk community, for those of us who would throw a molotov into a cops face just to show that there will always be people like us, and every empire will fall. Rome wasn't burnt in a day but it couldn't have been more than a week. If you are willing to help give one good effort it cannot possibly be wasted, even if defeated fighting for your right can not possibly be a waste.

Find me on facebook, Aoelaigh Finn (i got 2, my active one currently has a prof pic of me tatting myself) or my page Aoelaigh Finn - Starving Artist. I can't be the only one, someone please help me rally

[slvt666fvck]

So, I see a lot of people posting their old (or current) crust shit.

these are all unfiltered. The sheen is literally just filth. And really, they just smell like dirt. Nothing else. The vest I got when I was 18 (9 years ago) it was blue. The patches are Mana free food coalition, and Scallywags Bike Club. (I wasn’t ever fully patched in).

The hoodie I’ve had 7 years. It was black. An $80 carhartt. They’re both retired cause I wanna have them forever. My pants have been worn the fuck to shit. I think I have one pair left?

This hoodie/vest combo have been through 38 states, both coasts and the gulf. Crosses the continental divide 6+ times. 5 mountain ranges. 4 countries. Two continents. Never washed, and full of sweat, dirt, rust, blood, and booze. Probably drugs on the sleeves.

Y'all, be dirty and break laws, travel, steal, and fight cops. Riot, break windows, ride freight and hitch. You might get caught, but it’s worth it.

Eventually you’re 27 and existential dread will kick you in the fucking teeth. Go. Do. Drink. Make friends. I love you.