Emo Bun is going to put on his skinny jeans and play guitar in the garage.
Emo Bun doesn’t expect you fascists to understand his art.
Emo Bun is destined to travel through the misty and cold fog of existence alone and cold.
Life is hard for Emo Bun.

You’ll just have to imagine them…
Go!



“Being an old farm boy… and having raised rabbits for years when I was still back on the farm… I wish people knew that if they handle baby rabbits… the mom’s will often reject or kill them. The smell from the person’s hands often changes the identity markers for the mother.

