Unintentional Pauline Hanson Lookalike

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.

K out.

Miscful Miscbook part Misc (etcetera)

HEY KAY! You ain't so bad (a lie).

Grateful Notebook part GIVE IT UP BECAUSE YOU SUCK

I am 100% aware that my art is shit, and my life is a wank and that all human endeavour is meaningless.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go repeat myself into a fucking phone 120 times.

More to come, I guess.

Grateful Notebook part NOW (fresh for Aught Ten)

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!

Yup!

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.

Tackle them fucking issues, douchenecks!

Misc: Etcetera/Assorted

Hot Hot Hits for 'Nought-y Nine

Perhaps the Universe was a Better Man in it's Infancy

Time vs. Space,
I used this as the cover on the first GGDD EP and because I like it, I use it as a picture on my award-winning* netsite webbed page.



*2009 Dustin Diamond Award for Outsider Excellence in Swearwords and Scribbles.

Black & Bright is the new Black & White

Gang of Nought, in a haze of heat & high-lighters.

Red Emptyin'

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).

Smel(l)bourne Cup

Is it just me or does absolutely nothing we participate in on any large scale in this culture make sense?

We're munsters.

I'm betting on myself.

Drink Coffee & Destroy

Let's Call it Off, pencils and whatnots.



This is the house that caffeine built.
Apologies in full.
K.

I, Noblog.

So what if I was a piece of shit for a while there and didn't update my site-page?


Let's Call it Love from the 'My Dirty Underwear' exhibition, Sep 22. Yeah, I know. I know...

More misc/ephemera to come soon.
This is K.

Rocking Roll!

Jobs are for chumps (currently, I am chump).

Come see God God Dammit Dammit with Juke Baritone (syd) this Friday Night (Sep 25) @ Crown & Anchor, Grenfell Street. Entry is free, humans under industro-capitalist monoculture are not. Doors are around 9pm?

Be there or be elsewhere.

General Miscellanery / Assorted Etcetera

I BELIEVE I CAN FLY(ER)!
2005 / 2006 era.




































Art school nude, probably the least awful of the bunch. Hey did I ever mention that I fucking hate charcoal? Because I fucking hate charcoal.

Apologies to model. I did not intend to make you look like sausage.







Square eyes phase, 2005-2007.
Too much TV most likely.

















FLIPPER!
June 2009, one of the best nights of my life.















Been kinda sick lately - watch this space for regular spewings again. In the meantime, endure the turds above.

Be excellent,
K.