scrambled dreams scattered schemes ideas flashed on the mezzanine the balcony's crowded with narrow scenes colorful dreaming liquid sleep poached eggs dreams wet and fried homage to the dreams that died rules that flutter into melted butter dreams design their own red line fried dreams my dreams your dreams ours evening slips and then devours sheets around us lights dimmed black shadowed visions on our backs your dream is my dream is our dream complete.
Behind the Secret Door (#2) Behind the Secret Door (#1) Notes: I think (hope) that #2 (the one above) is an improvement over #1 (which is the exact same picture except that in #2 I added some lines, drew over a few more, and shaded one area.
bizarre as you are you know that it's true not everyone caring cares about you bizarre as you wish could you possibly be like hair on a fish? or gills on a tree? how much of it's youth? comparing the beauty too tight yet too loose impossible duty bizarre as you are absurd as can be so highly abnormal when done gracefully. -- douglas brent smith