rabbit stew

in the making. dyed rabbit's feet, coyote claws, lots of studs, leather bats and crosses. plus my first injury sustained as a black rabbit. meow.

studly

a little preview of the deconstructed stud shorts. a labor by yours truly and my favorite philly chick, reese juel! we're releasing a line of wild rags and recycled vintage clothes. dyed rabbit's foot necklaces and galaxy leggings are in the works. mind my messy bed. black rabbit is coming for you...eyes peeled!

someone call vh1

because i am having the worst week ever. it's 2011 and it's the suburbs. the worst that can happen is a lack of love and/or falling ill...check. check. and nothing goes with a broken heart like an upper respiratory infection! good thing i found my high school cd book so i can cope. thank your appropriate god for nyquil and ambien.

rock, flag and eagle

‎"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars... Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that"-Martin Luther King Jr.


my friend posted this quote about everyone's death dancing and i couldn't agree more. your celebration make you a bit more like him than you think. don't get me wrong, good riddance, but put your big gulp down, extinguish your sparklers and let it be.

gobama

say what you will about politics, this shit is funny. why can't all of the presidential addresses be this way?