"I'm living in an age whose name I don't know

[wraithwitch]

Though the fear keeps me moving
Still my heart beats so slow
My body is a cage that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key..."My last couple of days have been filled with noisy sprogs, hyper-organised siblings and drawing chav-art like Croyden facelifts and plumber's arse cleavage. I feel a bit done in, but I think

Comments

[slavelabour]

Don't laugh at me but I was ooering over your tarot and then I had to back up and double-take at... Wraith? First row, first card. Either I have a spectacularly filthy mind (probably true in any case) but, erm, what IS she drawing?

BTW, the whole lot of them are lovely!

[wraithwitch]

heh, on the desk in front of her is a ring on a chain and there are three bullets and a gun which I haven't coloured in 'cos I'm shit at drawing modern guns and was hoping to fix it later =) although I agree that currently it looks like she could have... other... things around her or possibly be drawing anatomy or something - fear my artistic talent, heehee =P

[slavelabour]

*facepalm* OK, now I know. I didn't click all the way through so I couldn't see the details, just the vague outline and now that I've seen it up close I can see it's a necklace. DOH. My bad!