Bunni: The Story Of My How I Became A Punk Rocker And Got Tattoos

Since birth I have been a punk rocker at heart. The punk just flows through me like... blood. Hardcore punk blood. So eventually I had to express my punk rock-ness. I had to express myself. Because I am an individual and the whole fucking world better see how individualistic I am.

So I at 14 I wore my hair in my face, I wore black spiked leather bracelets and wrote all over my arms with Sharpie. I wrote song lyrics Really cool song lyrics. In this photo I have "I got a broken face" written on my arm. It's a lyric from Pixies, they are a really punk rock band.

So, since I was writing lyrics all over me, I got really into music. Music was the only thing that understood my complexly angsty 14 year old mind. So I picked up a bass guitar, because I am a chick. And my name is Kim. Like Kim Deal and Kim Gordon. This really helped express my individuality.

So once I was a bassist, I became really cool. I had to up my punk rock-ness to balance out how cool I was. So I started smoking at the punk rock age of 14. I also wore really hardcore brown sweaters.

After smoking I started hanging out with a rough crowd. Like Darth Vader. As you can see, Vader and I were pretty punk rock with our death grips.

I started getting red streaks in my hair. Like the red hardcore punk blood I was talking about earlier.

When I turned 18 I was finally free from the fascist oppression of being a minor. With my new found freedom I thought I'd do something really meaningful. I got a tattoo. A tattoo of a really punk rock bunny.

After my rabbit tattoo was so punk rock I wanted to get another tat because I just love getting needles of ink put in my skin. It's really hardcore. I got a really impressive original tattoo of a music note over my heart. Or should I say, "The place where I would have a heart but I don't because I am punk rock."

Once I was all tatted up I had no regard for authority figures like the tyrant I call "Mom." I showed off my contempt for The Man by sitting on my "Mother" and smoking punk rock cigarettes.

I also read really hardcore comic books. Look at how fucking punk rock I am.

Seriously though. I'm, like, Sid Vicious.

Pretty soon I was so hardcore I had to drill holes in my body. So I got a dermal to represent the holes society drills in me everyday.

When holes in my chest got passe (like everything else in the whole fucking stupid lame world) I got more ink. I got a really bad ass tat of my dead cat. Dead cats are punk rock. I also got a hardcore tattoo of Winnie the Pooh on my other arm to express my unique Pooh-views on life in a really creative and artistic way.

After I ripped my dermal in my chest out because I was feeling really violent and anarchy, I got a chest piece. It says "Protege~Moi De Mes Desirs" That means Protect me from my desires in French. French is a really bad ass language. It is also a song lyrics from this really obscure punk rock band called Placebo.

Then I got really fierce swirls and shit under my quote to further emphasize how no one understands my life.

After my wicked swirls, I got this really hardcore tattoo of an evil demonic punk rock rabbit. It has a killer fetus in it.

With my individualistic and rebellious rabbits on my back I decided I needed something that really spoke to my anarchist views and hatred for organized governments. To express myself in the most punk rock way possible I got "2+2=5" on my arm. This is a slogo used in 1984 to oppress people into believing whatever they are told. Like television or other mindless media outlets that only exist to control us.