#85—Right bicep. This is a tattoo of that little girl from “Leader’s Sacrifice.” You remember that video that was being passed around the internet a few years ago? She lived in one of those dictatorships—one of those places where like, the whole society is just on lockdown 24/7—and in the video, she’s performing at a singing pageant they did on the official state media channel for like, the leader’s birthday. And the girl had to sing this crazy song about killing anyone who criticizes the leader and torturing anyone who calls him a liar. And people were passing it around as this horrifying thing that proved how insane that society was and how unfree they all were, and like, people were writing all these messages to go along with the video like: “Look how horrible it is that they’re making this adorable girl sing about these horrible things,” and: “Look how horrible it is that she has to say all this shit.” And I watched the video, and like, yeah, the song the girl is singing is crazy as fuck and it makes that whole society seem absolutely insane, but the main thing I was focusing on the whole time was like: This girl is really GOOD, you know? Her voice is so pure, and her diction and her pitch and her rhythm are so on point that I kind of left the video feeling like the society can’t be that bad if it produces a voice like that. I mean, it obviously didn’t make me change my opinion of that society, or like, make me start thinking that I should move there, but in the moments when that little girl was singing, she was a superstar, you know? She was in the fucking clouds. It didn’t really matter what the rest of her life was like. I think the thing that actually disturbed people about the video was like: When was the last time THEY felt like that, you know? How free are most of the people THEY know compared to how free that little girl is in the moment that she’s singing? How many people around them are EVER going to feel the way she feels?

#46—Back of my neck. This is a drawing Oddvar did of those shrubs from New Zealand. Right after he told me he was naming the seeds after me, I asked him to draw me a picture of what they’re supposed to look like when they’re fully grown, and he did it and sent it to me, and I went straight to the parlor. They don’t look like anything special, but I figured if the seeds are gonna have my name, I might as well plant one on my body. And Oddvar fucking loved it when I showed it to him the other day at the seed vault. He was like: WHAT? You actually did it? And I was like: Of course, man! LOL. People have just recently started to notice this one because it’s kind of small, and in a lot of the stuff that’s been written up about it, they think it’s a weed plant—like, they think it’s a pot leaf or something—and it’s like: No. I’m not gonna get a fucking weed plant tattooed on my neck. I mean, I know plenty of people who would—I can’t even count how many pot leaves Z Bunny has—but that’s just not really my vibe. Anyone who knows me at all should know that.