I Had a Dream Last Night....

'The wind blew warm in my face, ...the anchor dragging behind'. It was the op-shop made of your tears. You were a mess looking for a wedding dress. I was a rock, I was the meaning of time, I had to re-invent the universe before sundown. I woke up, it was 5am, I was alone and stupid in my idiot bed.

Oh well. Keep walkin'.
K.

Volcanic, Digusting & Wonderful

Let's (k)iss.

The Evolution Will Not Be Visualised...

Saw a flyer today for the Melt Frank Exhibition, which is happening on Friday April 30th. It will feature myself and nine other folk and it will be at Live on Light Square. There's gonna be music from God God Jammit Jammit and more too, I'll get a copy of the flyer and post full details. In the meantime I'm just gonna step light, paint through the flames and keep a cool head. Yeah.

Lovely up yourselves,
K.

Road is Life

Get on the bus, boy!

Runnin' on Nothin'

This is the 'Dub' of my day, yes, this is actually how I spend the majority of my waking days, yes, this is real and is happening to lil' old baggy-trouser knock-kneed me, yes, me, your Blue-eyed boy at the end of the world who laughs hardest, loudest and most. Har!

"like the fox
I run with the hunted and
if I'm not the happiest
man on earth I'm surely the
luckiest man
alive."

-Bukowski

Oops, I Saw the Future in a Song!

Supplication in Dream

"Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums."

Now That Nothing Matters, I am Free....

Even as the sublime weds the ridiculous, the sun burns on and one day will explode, we walk the streets, juice the apple, shave the face, build the bike, dig the bins, step in gum, heal our hearts, start wars, declare ourselves obsolete, step through the flames, stare at the walls, touch the cacti, play the piano, pick flowers, kiss our love goodbye and bravely face the fucking insanity that is everyday life. I am untouchable and humbled in all.


"James, I'm a joke being told by time...."

I'm So Free

The above abomination is dedicated to the memory of D.Boon. Also to the ongoing excellence of Mike Watt and George Hurley. Without their music, I may not have made it.


"The people look like flowers at last"