And I totally fucking did, for the record. I'm going to art squallage this year to draw my drawings and there ain't a thing to be done that can stop me. Now fack off, please. Eternal Love, K.
Q-Tip said that it's the renaissance and that "we be gettin' up". I say that we're raging in the age of K, but relax, there is room for y'all in this era of radical excellence. There aughties are over. It's time to overthrow the drudge synth yawntime fuckery of the past decade. This means you.
Unfortunately the real P.H never did us all a favour and acted out the above drawing. No matter, time will make trivia questions of all the bloated fuckwads of the world.
You can expect much more of my hateful notebook in the coming inter-nights.
Did you fuckers know that Daniel Johnston is playing a solo show Feb 3, officially rendering the Laneway Festival null, void and probably impotent? GET MANIC!
Shitshackled! Pens and hi-lighters and sweat and probably microbes of snot (2009). Anyone else as excited as me at the prospect of Tony Abbott as PM? They're interviewing fucking Barnaby Joyce right now about seeing him in his (black) underwear one time. On the ABC, no less.
Redemption, drawn shittily by shithead, October 2009.
On a semi-related topic, come and see OK; Peligro! next friday Nov 6th at Rhino Room, Frome Street, Adelaide. Doors are at 1opm, entry is 6 bucks and we're playing with Undefined & The Half-Pints (VIC) and we'll be playing up to TWELVE notes (music).