(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!

Where Are We Now?

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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

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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.