"Trust Yer Guts" has fleshed out from its initial scribblings. It became sort of quiet and contemplative. I think the addition of the figure helps communicate the message: those rumblings? listen to them.
My unicorn underwent changes as well. I wanted to convey that offers, opportunities or people that just look too good and sound too great are usually full of shit--or in this case, bugs and gooey yellowish gunk. I'm still playing around with the grunge on the edges, not totally satisfied with that yet. I'm really struggling with the text. I wanted it to feel caterwompus, but at this point I feel like it's difficult to read. Any suggestions?