What I’m building today: Rejected clothing and boards, Orange Cat Energy, Death By Neglect, and Rejected Media Company. The rest of the work is below.
Rejected Street Wear, worn the way it was meant to be.
Street Wear tee, Orange Cat Energy board.
Rejected Media Company, on the wall.
Boards that carry the Rejected name.
Tees and boards, built to be used.
The tank and the cat.
Glitch the Creator. Death By Neglect.
The Rejected stamp.
Out on the hill.
Friends in Street Wear.
The crew by the brick.
Up close.
The black hoodie.
Rejected Clothing stamp on the wall.
Not your dad’s skateboard.
Everybody gets a board.Music, brands, and designs from before. Still mine, still here.
Every project and every voice under the Rejected roof. One world, many rooms.
One roof, three lines. Everything here lives under Rejected Universe — built by hand, never by committee.
Est. 1999, and proud of it: the 90s, honored as the last good decade. Never mocked. Built for the scene kids who grew up and never stopped being who they were, and for the younger ones finding their way in now.
Rejected is about the people. The ethics are cut and dry. It starts conversations on the nuanced stuff and never picks a side. The north star is true human equality: no labels, no boxes, no judgment, no ranking of trauma.

90s graffiti, dark humor, and designs only I’d make. For the ones still dreaming out loud.

The higher-end side of the house. Quieter marks, stitched instead of shouted.

Skating cats with attitude. A brand of its own that still lives under the Rejected roof.
The HUMAN project, the anthems, and the songs that turn scars into a chorus. Album art lives here — the full lyric catalog behind each.
The name I record under. The first anthem is for everyone the scene raised, whether you were in black eyeliner in ’99 or you found it last year: scene, goth, and emo nostalgia, with a peace-and-love message underneath.
“We were made of noise, but preferred the silence. We are about peace and love, and never violence.”from the bridge
“Every little heartbreak had a place to breathe.”verse two
Rejected Street Wear — 90s graffiti, dark humor, and designs only I'd make. Tap any piece to shop it.
Dark elegance — the glamorous edge of the universe. Gowns, shadow, and old-world rooms.
A whole universe — short story, film, cartoons, and a house full of the people the world threw away. Every phrase scrawled on these walls is a song title or a band name. The set is the catalog.
Apps built before the world wakes up. SilencePad first — more coming.
The universe in motion — the cartoon side and the cinematic side. Rough cuts and experiments, sharpening as it goes.
The brands above were named, shaped, and built here: Rejected Universe, both clothing lines, Orange Cat Energy, Death By Neglect. That’s the portfolio. Branding is where I lead: finding the shape of who you are, then building it so it holds up in print, on a shirt, on a deck, and on a screen. Behind it is a lifetime of running companies, so if what you need is bigger than a look, bring that too. Whatever needs doing gets done.
"You're not done if people still remember you. I build so the broken parts become the blueprint."
I'm Glitch — analyst by training, builder by reflex, songwriter by blood. I spent a career reading people and the broken systems they get stuck in; now I make things out of the broken parts. Somewhere north of a dozen companies, a catalog of songs, a clothing line, and apps I tend to finish before the world wakes up — all of it feeding one universe called Rejected, built for the people the world wrote off.
I'm not chasing rich. I'm chasing real. Everything here is one system branching into a thousand shapes — music, merch, story, code, the same heartbeat in different rooms. And if something looks like a monster, look closer: around here, the monsters are the ones standing guard.
Everything here started as a custom job for someone who needed it — a brand, a story, an identity made real. I help people and businesses find the shape of who they are, then build it. Want a piece made for yours, or to license work you see here? That door stays open.