Rusty Old Rusty Old Rusty Old Rust

This is how K do(es) it!

Dusty Old Dusty Old Dusty Old Dust

Portrait of Walter Mellon, 2010.

There's No Solution

King Coilings, 2010

[DUB]set on Daunting Day, 2010.


If you loved me, you would get me a ticket to Gang of Four in Melbourne.
I'm well aware that is the biggest 'if' of all, though.
Hmmm, where there's a K, there's a way!

Back in (the) B(l)ack(water).

Verbing the noun, home in A-Town.
K.

Walk (or, Text a Stranger)!

I sing the song of the bailin' man!
See you soon, Sydney.

This is definitely K.

No Man is an Island....

Saul Williams @ Electric Light Hotel,
2007 hotnight.

Well, everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts. Right?
Goodnight.
K.

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.

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...."

Grimetime '07

K-llelujah, I'm a bum again, anonymous and unshaven amongst the meat machines.

My Dirty Underwear

For Sale, $6.60 ono. Relax, I'm kidding (they're actually a giveaway), the title of this post also happens to be the name of an exhibition taking place at Grace Emily on September 22nd. I'll be putting some of my fartography up, and feeling inferior in the presence of (I'm told) works by Jakes 1 & 2, Mimby & Bekki and about seven others (not actually sure). All money raised will benefit Red Catherine (look her up!).

Here's one of my contributions, The Patriot. Al-x, come back to browntown. We miss your unwashed funk and power mouth.