Maybe she was me at some point in my life... I think she was. When I decided that wasn't me anymore, I put her to the back, and there she sat. But she wasn't happy, no, she couldn't stop talking. She couldn't stop telling me what to do. And because I wasn't going to let her take me over again, I shut her up. I ripped out her jaw. Shortly after that she couldn't support herself anymore, her legs shrivled up. She lost all of her beauty. But she never lost the will to live.

I can't seem to kill her and I can't figure out how to throw her away. I've got to figure out something quick, They are watching.

I might be delusional! 8D Oh well! Inner turmoil, huzzah! And look, my Ted Andrews' Animal Tarot Cards are making an appearance... but of course they don't look anything like that. But the vulture is the same card in the deck.

I've been working on this for a few hours every day for the last week or so, I tried new shading techniques and a new way to do hair. The coyote-carcass and the chain have a lot of Photoshop filters on it because I'm lazy. :P I tried to draw Moonie a lot more muscular for symbolic reasons. :B