words
feeling the freedom in the free fall
and the acceptance I found in madness
is to realize the actual and see the adjectives
all together
all as one
eyes before nose
breath by breath
and so on
this is it
and now
and now
a machine is growing bigger and people are getting littler
it’s easy being secondary
it ain’t easy being right in a world of so many “what’s left?”
it ain’t easy being left behind and worrying about “who’s right?”
all together
here we are
-ABC
think
i'll smoke
think
i'll hope
think
i saw you
sitting by the toilet
crying
mascara displaced
but i don't remember
much of that summer
anymore
but i remember
february
Life is always happening
It never, ever stops
Do what it is you want
it doesn't matter what the news says or what the grown ups taught
if we really want to be free you gotta trust in me.
Be Free!
-ABC
where do we go from here?
it's been one year
but it's been five since we sat in the same room
you were my only family. the only one who kept in touch
no one speaks when a shadow is consumed by the sun
none of it makes sense
it never will
how i knew you'd go away
and acquire a tattoo
i thought i would have to kick someone's ass
instead i just watch the sky and ponder
is it okay to be okay?
of course it is
of course i'll see you again
another time
another life
stardust connects over and over again
at least that's what i'd like to pretend
that's all i do anyway
dream a little dream into reality
be free friend
run with the wind
we'll meet up again
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!
Where are we now
Momentary rain
Waiting for forest fires
Waiting to float down rivers
sleep by camp fires
Insecurity and Uncertainty are eternal beings of feelings waiting to be outgrown
There's a lot of magic in this world
Yet this world is but a one coordinate in an infinite, unfathomable unfolding
There's true humility in the nothingness we are
Together we are stronger
Together our energies unite
Waiting for forest fires, still making time to enjoy campfires
Campfires and marijuana
Smores and guitar moans
Keeping my house clean... ish
Improving where I can
Drawing stuff
Not writing quite enough
Thinking a lot
Still looking for a job
Where are we now?
Right where we began, my friends
Circle. Circle. Dot. Dot.
It don't matter much, but it matters enough.
Because words don't always come easy and life moves in random steps. Sometimes you just have to let yourself ramble a bit.
I feel more in love than I've ever felt. I don't know what to make of that. It makes being witty and creative quite difficult but that's what I like about it.
Did you know there are satellites that track the difference in water levels? That's a job at NASA. Well that's the job of the satellite. That's pretty high tech. What's really going on though?
Also it appears airplanes can still go missing. Damn!
I love Joe Hishaishi's music. It's so inspirational. I want to make music between his and World's End Girlfriend. I've said this for years.
I finally have a midi keyboard but every random key I hold sounds like a story that wants to be told. It's absolutely amazing, but also difficult to know when to just hit record.
My brain moves so fast. Spacing out and thinking thoughts. Life is so surreal. Take time to look around and acknowledge other folks.
It makes a huge difference. We're all apart of one big world here, you know?
I have been told by my publisher that an ebook version of my book will be available as a free download this Friday, January 17th!! That's pretty cool, eh?
The truth is I don't fully get into the ebook thing. I don't fully get the ebook thing. I like that it makes people learn and such, but it's just not how I go about my reading with the exception of news and social netowrking.
Anyway... I want you people to download it!
It's free!
The unfortunable side is that it will not include my illustrations and my personal font, but when I finished that collection of words it was the feeling of one moment ending and the simultaneous beginning of another.
It's not how it looked.
It's the combined energy of how those lines stacked together and my soul was shook.
How every poem made me feel: uniquely and as a collective whole.
So maybe it's the best way to read the book. An honest look at my humility and awkward optimism and personal hells.
It don't make sense unless you read it, but what I'm trying to say is you should DOWNLOAD MY BOOK FOR FREE!
I was also asked by my publisher to tell you nice people that you should leave reviews. I think asking for flattery directly is kind of silly and not truly me, but if it gets more people to notice my book and future work which I believe is even more thought provoking insanity!
Then boom! Yeah! Leave reviews! Be honest! Tell them you like potatoes just like me.
I just want to give people a little hope amongst tragedy. To show people there's magic if you just believe.
DOWNLOAD MY BOOK FOR FREE ON FRIDAY!!!!!
I'LL REMIND YOU AGAIN!
I KNOW I'D FORGET THIS EARLY IN THE WEEK, TOO.
Meow!
I find things on the ground all the time in my wanderings. Some I share with the interwebs; most just go glued in my notebooks for sharing with my friends.
It's really awesome the things you will find if you just keep your eyes and ears open.
The other day I found another abandoned and destroyed book.
I ripped out a random page and cut it in a half.
My friend Jackie Jones and I endeavored to make poems from the words in our respected paragraphs. This is the outcome of said endeavor.
I call it: "little pieces".
As of today I officially have a publisher!
My first book: "Poems, Proverbs, and Other Absurd Words of A.B. Corduroy" will be released sometime in November via Divine Spark Books.
More updates soon!
Until then start saving up your pennies dudes and dudettes.
I have a meeting with a nice lady about publishing my poetry book: "Poems, Proverbs, and Other Absurd Words" next week. Ready to get this one printed and on to the next book.
If there's a place beyond the city lights; where the car's hum can't be heard
No airplanes above, only the songs being sung by birds
I want to go there.
That's where I need to be. To see what life was like before humanity.
I don't hate man; sometimes there's just too much noise.
I love rock n' roll but you don't know music until you've stood face to face with a giant waterfall.
I just want to escape for a little while to know it can be done.
Just for a little while then I'll return.
They say " you just want to die". Nothing is further from the truth.
It's this search for freedom that makes me feel alive.
I need to feel scared; to know something greater still wanders out there.
Beyond the concrete forest and the man made caves.
I know I'm not the only one who wonders.
I just need to escape the machines.
To run with the wild if only for a while.
If there's truly a place beyond the city lights; where the car's hum can't be heard that's where I want to go.
Quit trying to stop me; this fox isn't dumb.
In other words I see no reason to "return to reality" ever again.
Let me end the name calling before it begins.
Some people you think are friends are just long-term acquaintances.
That's okay, too.
They all have their use.
"...embrace where you are from in your art. the only thing that's interesting is the truth."
-Jason Poggensee
There are times when feelings (and head thoughts) are beyond words and all you can do is revert back to the most primal of all man's literature; drawings. I literally cannot stop drawing on any and everything for almost a week now.
Hi, I'm A.B. Corduroy.
I choose to live like a rockstar for the duration of my friend Smoggie Catt's life after which I will devote my life to a more intense written form of my philosophies and deeper self exploration.
Change is inevitable. Evolution is guaranteed.
What's the real difference in enlightenment and insanity?
i do not like the capital "i".
it feels very intrusive.
One book written and already have plans for 2 others. As soon as I raise the necessary funds for printing the first book they will be available for purchase via this very website: abcorduroy.com.
With that said if you have money to spare and a giving spirit please donate to my cause. Every little bit helps. There's only 1 backer in the last week. Help me out and let's get this book printed!
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1636325209/acorn-season-poems-proverbs-and-other-absurd-words