Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

casa dolce domestica

home sweet home....

sleeping in till whenever
great water pressure in the shower
free laundry
yummy food
grandma weekends!!

and these lovely ladies who found photobooth ..hehe.


♥ tookie.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

If you havent seen this... youre really sheltered.

MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

♥ tookie

like candyfloss sticking to wind blown lips.


The worlds enchantment with thistledown spirits.
Tragic girls with broken hearts.
Wretched creatures.
Beasts kept hidden behind masks.
Longing and loneliness in a realm of old stories & make believe.
People kept safe in a fragile world of imagination...

♥ tookie.

p.s. I hope everyone is excited for break!! I know I am..

I am finally done with art history bull shlacka!!!!


♥ tookie

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Monday, December 8, 2008

happy as fuck.


♥ tookie

why do I love Forrest Kline you ask??

because hes adorable + sexy

♥ mrs. kline

Im getting that itch again....


I need more!
♥ tookie



First time in the back yard
Underneath the plastic sheeting
Outside it was pouring
And we were drunk as shit

Next time at a party
When all our friends were there
There is nothing like bare matresses
Underneath the stairs

Third time in a doorway
With the lights all on around us
And the audience beside us
And your man watching from the trees

Fourth time I said that's that
You've agreed to give me everything
Now I've got to ask you one more thing
Keep doing that forever

Fifth time in your bedroom
When finally we rested
And you leaned upon your elbow
And began to speak to me
But you stopped yourself and kissed me
And I grabbed your wrist and told you
I know, I know, I know
I feel the same as you...

And every day it's changed since then
In every way, I've changed since then
And every day, it's changed since then
In every way, I've changed since then
Driven outside,
And driven in
Driven outside
And driven in
And driven in...
Driven in

♥ tookie

Saturday, December 6, 2008


Try as he might
He's unable to speak
He grabs her by the hair
He strokes her on the cheek

The bed is un-made
Like everything is
Dark little heaven
At the top of the stairs

Take me like that
Ruin it all
Then build it again
By the light in the hall

He drops to his knees
Says please my love, please
I'll kill who you hate
Take off that dress, you won't freeze

One more night, that was a good one
One more night, I dreamed it was good one (one more)
One more night, that was a good one
One more night, the end should be a good one
A good one

He starts with her back
Cause thats what he sees
When she's breaking his heart
She still fucks like a tease

Release to the sky
Look him straight in the eye
And tell him right now
That you wish he would die

You'll never touch him again
So get what you can
Leaving him empty
Just because he's a man

So good when it ends
They'll never be friends
One more night
That's all they can spend in

One more night, that was a good one
One more night, I dreamed it was good one (one more)
One more night, that was a good one
One more night, the end should be a good one
A good one

♥ tookie

Friday, December 5, 2008

please dont worry.

choose cocaine and having the time of your life with kids you would have hated in high school.
choose god.
choose a family.
choose both.
chose a lover and sleeping in the same bed every night.
choose to take the late train home.
choose to learn about the weather.
choose to drown in the ocean.
choose to be a lawyer and make a lot of fucking money.
choose living day to day on luck.
choose  s e x.
choose drugs.
choose fucking up every chance you get in the pursuit of finding something pure.
we will all forgive you.

♥ tookie

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

keep me left of center.

Because the only people for me are the mad ones.
The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
Desirous of everything at the same time.
The ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
But burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles.
Exploding like spiders across the stars.
And in the middle you see the blue center light pop,
And everyone goes "aww"

♥ tookie

Friday, November 28, 2008

I enjoy

fruit salad

and this baby right here.. who likes to show me her grill.

happy thanksgiving lovelies.
♥ tookie

Monday, November 24, 2008

wanna see sexy?

Dave Grohl is a sexy beast.
and i wouldnt mind marrying him either.

♥ tookie

this paper will drive me to insanity.

art history sucks...
a lot of cock.
it makes me get upset.
and i swear more.
art history papers are horrible.
and should die.

♥ tookie.

p.s. this is how yucky i look when i write a stupid paper for two days..  =] enjoy!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

inspire desire.

real love
creative outbursts
countless hours to make art
make things
more goodness
true friendships
a lovely window facing a busy city
art all over my walls
my apt floors bare
dancing in the moonlight 
ice skating/my body moving fast
peonies scattered everyplace
dreams reality
something to take me on adventures
Friends that remain happy
jobs that I love
happiness found within myself
curiosity to try new things
Go new places
family to find their bliss
opening up to everything and letting go

♥ tookie

take the next turn past your mom.

♥ tookie

hands are floating above my head.

im in dire need of a friendly hand upon my chest while i sleep.
its not even meant to be gross or weird or sexual.
i need that pressure there.. ive been so stressed my heart hasnt had the chance to slow down...
and relax.
ill take that in like my breaths.
comfort me.

thats all.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

remember me by my claw marks.

To create is to destroy.
Life is about getting up out of your chair and doing something.
It is about doing nothing.
Making a mess.
Moving your hand and your body.
Leaving a mark.
It is about doing.
Trying something.
It is about absurdity.
A creation.
Evidence that you exist.
Using materials.
It is about fun.
Doing the opposite.
Breaking the rules.
It is about ideas.
Getting dirty.
Making mistakes.
Im going to ask you to make a mark and its going to be messy.
Dont worry about that.
Thats the point.

enjoy the words of wisdom..

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008

Theyre floating through the waves.

I can see everything,
From up in my hot air balloon.
The world is a patchwork quilt.
Intricately designed,
All the colors imaginable.
Up in my hot air balloon,
It's nothing but me,
And my music.
And you.
And up in my hot air balloon,
Where no one can hear us,
And we can hear no one,
We talk.
And we laugh.
About everything.
From small things,
TV shows,
Favorite songs.
To other things,
Like our lives.
Where we headed,
And if we like it.
We share our fears,
And our joys.
Tell our stories from the beginning.
Up in my hot air balloon,
The weather is always warm,
And breezy.
It's a gently ride.
And all of a sudden,
The balloon has popped.
But we're not afraid.
We grab each other's hands,
And jump.
And we laugh the whole way down.
We smile, and we laugh, and we yell.
And everybody stops and stares at us:
Laughing and yelling,
Practically falling out of the sky.
And right before we hit the ground,
I wake up.

♥ tookie

Sunday, November 9, 2008

the senses have fucked me over.

i can hear the sound of the ground shift. im walking walking walking along. i have no idea whats going on anymore. the idea i had, it began to warp into a swirl of blues and grays. its pretty nice once i stare at it long enough though. the maze my mind created around this time. the labyrinth is out of control. control. control my thoughts as i twirl around your bed. your sheets are getting jostled around your body now. let me smooth them out for you. there you go... can you breathe now? have you ever been able to since ive opened your door every night and let myself in? in. inside me, theres never been a moment i havent wanted that. im just too damn sinful for your mouth nowadays, its a shame. shame. shameful? am not! dont be a prude mister! you know exactly how to touch my skin to make me wish i was detached from it. glancing at your graceful fingertips glide towards the nape of my neck stretching down towards the small of my back and so on and so forth. why did you abandon this?

♥ tookie

c'mon courage.

       heres everything i needed to say.
   luxuriate in it....
               ♥ tookie

Saturday, November 8, 2008

lullabies at night, george michael in the morning.

                            and a little insecure.

    I make mistakes.
            I am out of control
      & at times hard to handle

           but if you cant handle me at my worst...
   then you sure as hell
          don't deserve me at my best.

  thanks for your attention...
       ♥ tookie

if i had to marry someone ...

[no competition]


I'm exhausted and perfect

I'm truly grateful for the tight little "family" we have made ourselves.

sweet dreams...
♥ tookie

Thursday, November 6, 2008

pulpish fiction poop.

pulpish fiction poop

i love travis sooo much! haha..

♥ tookie

Monday, November 3, 2008

i hate politics!


damn the man...
damn voting!

♥ tookie the rebel.

i cant help myself...

I've been craving some much needed craziness in my life.
Definitely need a new pace, change of scenery or obsession to consume me.
Dancing between the lines isn't getting me anywhere.

Whose ready to get it started?

till next time lovers....
♥ tookie

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Intellectuals, lovers of life.

"living on the senses requires easily triggered sense of marvel, a little extra energy, and most people are lazy about life. Life is something that happens to them while they wait for death [...]
"when you consider something like death, after which (there being no news flash to the contrary) we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably doesnt matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy a nonstop expense of the senses in an effort to know life intimately and lovingly. it probably doesnt matter if, while trying to be modest and eager watchers of life's many spectacles we sometimes look clumsy or get dirty or ask stupid questions or reveal our ignorance or say the wrong thing or light up with wonder like the child we all are."
"most of all, the twentieth century will be remembered as the time when we first began to understand what our address was. the big, beautiful, blue, wet ball of recent years is one way to say it. but a more profound way will speak of the orders of magnitude of that bigness, the shades of the blueness, the arbitrary delicacy of beauty itself, the ways in which water has made life possible, and the fragile euphoria of the complex ecosystem that is earth, and earth on which, from space, there are no visible fences, or military zones, or national borders.
we need to send into space a flurry of artists and naturalists, photographers and painters, who will turn the mirror upon ourselves and show us earth as a single planet, a single organism thats buoyant, fragile, blooming, buzzing, full of spectacles, full of fascinating human beings, something to cherish. learning our full address may not end all wars, but it will enrich out sense of wonder and pride. it will remind us that the human context is not tight as a noose, but large as the universe we have the privilege to inhabit.
it will change out sense of what a neighborhood is. it will persuade us that we are citizens of something larger and more profound than mere countries, that we are citizens of earth, her joyriders and caretakers, who would to well to work on her problems together. the view from space is offering us the first chance we evolutionary toddlers have had to cross the cosmic street and stand facing our home, amazed to see it clearly for the first time.
picture this: everyone youve ever known, every one youve ever loved, youre whole experience of life floating in one place, on a single planet underneath you."

(from A Natural History of the Senses by Diane Ackerman)


♥ tookie...

Thursday, October 30, 2008

our faces painted white, by midnight

It is under your hand, I feel home.
I am intertwined between your fingers, we are intertwined between your sheets.
The wine is catching up.
The moments are stringing together.
We're making a purple pastel pretty necklace.
Its along my throat.
We are lovely.
The day was lovely, the night was lovely.
We are still lovely.
To tightly grasp my jawline and violently kiss the left corner of my lips
(you've always been so passionate)
How could I have left you when your arms were too strong to push away?

***this ones old but has always been a favorite of mine.***

                                                                    ♥ tookie.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

why I ♥ jack kerouac


The trouble with fashions is you want to fuck the women in their fashions.
But when the time comes they always take them off so they wont get wrinkled.
Face it, the really good fucks in a young man's life was when there was no time to take your clothes off
you were too hot and she was too hot.
None of your Bohemian leisure, this was middle class explosions against snowbanks, against walls of shit houses in attics, on sudden couches in the lobby.
Talk about your hot peace.
♥ tookie.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

living blind..


come find me
arms opened wide
and your mouth is empty with words
im waiting in the filth left behind

i can see clearly
your face is distinctly drawn
the negative spaces
they are all i notice

but i refuse to crawl into your bed
fuck you good
and leave you with words in your mouth
i never could give like that

♥ tookie



I know Im not the most intriguing but there isnt anything Ive done wrong.
I like challenges and being tested against my faults.
And this silly dance we've done is long gone.

Ive lost my words to say to you...

♥ tookie.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

A love without her lover...

....what a heartbreaking thing

so fragile is her heart, so deserving of all it gives.
she cant have what she wants-theres not much more thats this dispiriting.
hold her broken wings in your hands.
in those gentle fingertips of yours.
ill see her flying someday.
ill see the sun above her-the clouds beneath.
her eyes squinted by the rush of wind thats kissed her face.
a kiss so sweet that only the sweetest of souls could bear to receive it.
she'll be overwhelmed. she'll be safe in the deluge.
there'll be nothing left.
it'll all wash away, save only her closest desires remain.
and here we'll stand gazing upon her newfound glory.
here we'll watch as our hearts break in the sight of a beauty we've always wanted.
there youll be - your wings have been mended.

♥ tookie

And in the midst of it all.

                  I am reborn

         I finally understand this body and this mind.
how it works...people will never really know or comprehend.
                                                       which is better.
because I dont want them to know this girl.
      the one who wants to be a woman and feel passion.
(the dirty slash romantic kind)
                     the type that would make a nun blush.
  ...i havent had that...
that intense heat that builds before the climax.
                                       the ending to that perfect chapter.
  where the man tells & shows exactly how he feels about her.
                          its a wondrous thing
the words a guy can express when hes just with her.
         & those tiny moments strung together like pearls.
they drape around her neck.    & across her collarbone.
                                           [what a lovely site to see]


a self portrait through other people.

She peers through me.
I only see her blue confused/infused green colored eye.
Her self manicured finger tip lightly pushes my release.
Its beautiful.
A self-proclaimed artist.

Inked up and fucked up.
Anarchist at heart.

Blinded by words and phrases.
Trapped within these towers of books.
Lost in my land of orgasmic surrealism.
Story time reader.

Feelings unclear.
Her heart is in a box no one knows.
Physically giving, emotionally drained.
Wants her adventures.
Doesn't want to be tamed.
The lover.

She spends her life in tragic sentimentality 
Inspired to write out of bitterness and neglect.
Motivated by self-loathing and an unforgiving ego.
The evil grandmother.

An inspired creation.


♥ tOOkie.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Sucker Love.

"Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up.
Our passions spent.
My hearts a tart, your bodys rent.
My bodys broken, your is bent.
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cause theres nothing else to do.
Every me and every you.
Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse.
No circumstances could excuse.
In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison came undone. 
Cause theres nothing else to do.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you.
Every me...
Sucker love is know to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
Theres never been so much at stake.
I serve my head up on a plate.
Its only comfort, calling late.
Cause theres nothing else to do.
Every me and every you...
Like the naked leads the blind.
I know Im selfish, Im unkind.
Sucker love I always find.
Someone to bruise and leave behind.
All alone in space and time.
Theres nothing here but what heres mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you..."

I know I shouldn't like that poem so much, but I do. 
Thats how it is when youre with me. 
I keep you at odd angles and never mind when you leave.
Its never worth it to keep you around.
love is unsatisfying.

till next time...
♥ Tookie.

rib caging.

In the center of her chest, around the rib caging lies her heart.
It beats a rhythm only she will ever know.
Steady, slow, steady.
Pumping the cascading blood through her body.
Dancing around in her thin arms, small breasts, slender legs.
It drains back into her lonesome trinket locked underneath her skin.
It pulsates faster.
He takes off her shirt.
Messy kisses everywhere.
She doesn't care enough about him to release herself.
Rate drops.
Steady, slow, steady.

I think Im going to try and copy all my work from my livejournal to here.
every entry will have an old post from me.

till next time loves.
♥ tookie