
A mind is twisted like a storm,
like a piece of leather worn,
it's freedom tied into a knot,
it's peace of mind that can't be bought.
This is my inner sanctum of sketchiness, every night before I sleep I draw or write my dreams so they don't get in the way of a good night's rest. Each picture is a self portrait narrative, some pictures become other pictures. Can you figure out which ones? Are you clever? Well this is my mad world, so enjoy.

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