sleepwalking collective

(Pause) So What's The Bloody Point!?

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What's the point? Why do I post a picture of doodles every morning when I have shirts to sell? Do you even sell shirts? Who am I talking to? What the hell is Sleepwalking anyway?

Hmmm..... well it's been a while since I rambled hard. 

1: I do sell shirts. I wish I had all the money to do this as a full scale, full time job business, but that ain't how I do. I make up as I go, I make use of what I have, I make it what I want it to be.

2: By my definition to Sleepwalk is to: "Live. Dream. Get lost in between.". In other words things are NOT how they be. They are what you make them to be. We all have magic to make our own realities, but only some of us really tap into that energy.

3: I post drawings because that's how this clothing line started. Drawings in a notebook when I feel overwhelmed by feelings I cannot put into writings. They are all part of the same world I run to in my head. They are all "Alfreds" and they all live in a place I think I call "Corduroy Cove".

4: I do not sleep a lot. 3 hours here. 4 hours there. I find magic by in peoploids. In animals. In conversation. In books. In rambles. In drawing.

5: The idea of Sleepwalking Collective is to inspire others to do the same. I don't care if you draw, write, sing, play guitar, but get lost in whatever the doing you do. If one person listens, if 10 listen then cool. Mostly it's for me.

6: Sleepwalking Collective is a clothing line: Yes. I want it to be greater. I want it to be a movement of art. I want it to be more than just me, but these things must happen organically. There will be more items available. I don't try too hard to front I'm more than I am. I just had to start somewhere that was comfortable for me. Some months I make no money, others $50, mostly somewhere in between.

I am already exactly who I've always thought I would be. The rest happens when you take time to just let things be. Sometimes I post absurd stuff. Sometimes it's heart felt thoughts.

7: I want to do a many of things. I got many more books I want to write: kid's books, graphic novel/poetry epics, and many many more. I want to make music again. I want to perform music again. It all can't happen overnight. Shit.. It took me how long to even start a clothing line and write a book.

Time is a joke.

She creates knots and expectation. Just because some tweeny pop star took over the world overnight doesn't mean you have to. I mean look at the old man who wrote Game of Thrones. Homeboy hasn't even finished writing those books yet. 

LASTLY... Sleepwalking is a Revolution. I don't expect you to believe me. It's a shift in consciousness, but it has to start within.

I don't do time, but something happened at the beginning of 2014. The beginning of the end of the corporate machine.  

Those machines didn't rise to power in the blink of an eye. They didn't do it alone. I can't do this alone.

The shift won't happen overnight, but I predict it will by the end of my life and I expect to live between 85 and 100. So we have at least 58 years worth of work to do.

I'm only trying to creep into you're thinking patterns. You can call it absurd or just words. I've already said a whole lotta lot of brain thoughts and my attention span is that of a fly.

Enough of my ramblings. Be Free Fellow Earthlings. Be Free!

Head Thoughts, Stuff, and Things

  1. I had another interview for a local coffee shop. This one is on the Southwest side of town, right on the waterfront. There's even a clear view of Mt Hood from the shop! 
  2. Raphael is my favorite ninja turtle.
  3. I didn't learn to appreciate red pepper flakes on pizza until the age of 27. 

All Sleepwalking Collective merchandise can now be found via the abcorduroy.com webstore.

I'm going to shut down the official website and keep all the social media sites open.

I'm already selling my book through my personal store so why not sell all my goodies in one interweb spot. What I'm trying to do is convince you to buy stuff and things. 

I have lots of ideas for Sleepwalking and I'm making things happen just in my own funky sense of timing. I need to sell through current inventory to make money to print new things.

I'm going to print on black next go round. I can play the dark and mysterious game and it sells a lot better.

Everything in the shop is very limited. If you want to be a part of something from humble beginnings get to it! This is it! 

Thank you everyone for your support. We're all in this together. Be Free Earthlings!  


Thinking Thoughts

I haven't been blogging as much as of late. I've been trying to figure my head out. 

Well that takes a lifetime and I've felt as though I've lived five in only a few months time.  So basically I stepped away from the internet enough to keep moving my  head forward.

I've got a lot of ambition. I've got a lot of dreams. You can't expect it all to happen overnight. I know this. You just got to let magic be.

I can't wait to have this book of mine in a printed format so that anyone interested can read it. 

I've been watching a lot of "Through The Wormhole with Morgan Freeman". It's fascinating. Scientific questioning provokes my artistic soul even more.

Aside from all that I'm trying to establish this clothing line... A collective if you will. That's a thing that will be more successfully completed in 2014 and it's quite the undertaking. It's exciting though.

I've been drawing a lot and scribbling out little fragments for what the next book will be on. I am fairly set on finding a new job. I still want to make coffee, but locally not for the machine. 

The machine pays me well, but I think that moment is over. I need to connect with people on a more intimate level and do my part to ensure I am protecting Mother Earth to appease my conscience. That's a heavy burden to carry.

Well that's all I know to say now. I need to drink more coffee, read some books, do some wandering, and such.

I also need to find this bike seat that I misplaced somewhere in my house so I can get around town quicker. I had it. Where would I have sat it down? I do this way  too often.

Well.. bye interwebs. Happy Adventuring! 

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Morning Coffee and Thoughts and Ramblings

I'm drinking my coffee and listening to Augustana. It's been a while. At one point this was my "one cool Florida morning of the year, day off, fantasize about living in Portland, Oregon" music.

Well that time has come and gone. I've found my wonderland, my forest, and things are happening just like I always knew they would. Yes I knew it all along. Every last bit of it. 

Hey I have a book being published in the matter of weeks! That's fucking awesome! Excuse my language! I swear it's the only word with the grit of my excitement. I wish "marshmallow" or "bubbles" had the same impact but they do not.

Last night I met up with all the people from the Starbucks I've worked at since February. I love(d) them all. That's some scary stuff. To love someone is to guarantee their departure. 

Nothing is forever.

That's what they say.

Who is they?

All of you. 

That's okay.

I've been casting magic long before I understood my own voodoo.

Well I get it now. 

I do.

I really do.

Also this clothing line thing of mine is going well. Getting lots of positive feedback. I would just like to nail down a few more preorders before December 1st so get those orders in people! 

Now that this first book is almost officially done...

I've seen physical proofs. I know the edits are minor. I expect to have a release day really soon. I hope you purchase a copy and attempt to understand my fragmented mind a little better.

But what I was saying.. now that it's almost done... I've really begun digging into the plot of the next book. I've shared the ideas for the story with a lot of you but I can't wait to convey it properly.

I'm running out of attention span and should try and organize my house. There are clutter stacks everywhere. I've decided I need shelves to hang to my wall.

I love my forest very much. Thank you all of you for your support in my endeavors.

Stay magical and never quit dreaming. Never.