My hood

Not much ... But I call it,

HOME.

Sweet Home!

Cozy smooches,
The Tart
; *

pla·gia·riz·ing Willie ...

To all U fine folks,

I am gonna pay some well- earned hommage to Mister Baronet. But before I commence with some spicy high praise, I must do the disclaimer here ... These brushes you see are HIZ. :-), K? I just copied them & did a 4-year-old Andy Warhol thing with them, natch!



So ... Each day the sun rises.
Each day I gaze out the window & wonder what will happen.
Each day brings out the best & worst in me, natch!

Some days, I find I just love my bed ... I mean really want to stay in it all day.
Other days, I can't wait to see what drama will unfold!
Most days, I wake & crave hot hot coffee served by peeps in green aprons.

Moments pass where my hearts beats so fast that I think I will die, if Dark Days sees me, see him ~ miss him so much.
Moments hurdle past me as I happily fly up the Tollway as I pretend to be faster that light.
Moments drudge by where I think why did I take that path when the road forked ... Why didn't I go the other way!?!
Moments halt in my dreams as I gaze into some lovers eyes, for what seems like forever and forever.

Moon beams stream in over my head each night as I remember or choose to forget or simply fall asleep.
Downtown City Lights twinkle into my windows right before I drift off ...
Bets are made with the Moon ...
A single Blue Flame smugly smiles.
The Stars think they know, don't they always.

"Worthy"
"Not-Worthy"

Whilst all these days, moments & sun/moon risings occur I know there is one guy that will make me smile.
He runs around town with a sketch book in tow & a Mac full of pics of loved ones.

He has a mythical paint brush of happy!
His stick thin sharpie lines can take you places in his head ...
While taking you far away from yours!

Rainbow smooches,
The Tart
; *

Psssssssssssst. Don't be a chicken ... Click on the image & get up close to see Willie's cool brushes! His sweet sharpie lines.

Chapter 4: No Pleasure Was, in Itself, a Bad Thing...

Chapter 4: No Pleasure Was, in Itself, a Bad Thing...
Originally uploaded by CinemaCowgirl

The trip to Marfa was all that. I slept for what seemed days & days.

I missed the RV, so much. The bonfires, the toasts and the broken glass. The stars in the midnight skies, glitter.

Most of all the pillow fight was the best. Feathers everywhere. I felt like a swan.

It was almost a Perfect time. "Almost" is just fine!

Milkshake smooches,
The Tart
; *

Matchstick Men

Matchstick Men
Originally uploaded by /\/\ @ r 0 0 |\| 3 |)

They come in.
With all their glamour.

I am lured by
All the beauty of
Their light.

Finally I grow
Tired of the
Repeated blunders.

They say
"Perfection"
Doesn't exist.

But why does
That include
Respect?

More jokes,
More mistaken words,
Thought to impress.

So, I just go to the
Very next
Matchstick.

The game?
Well, what insult is
Next.

Old or Young.
It's all the same,
Both ways.

I don't drink your milkshake, Mister! Never.

Wooden smooches,
The Tart
; *

His game?

Macro Game Piece Monday
Originally uploaded by DodogoeSLR

Always a joke.
A jester.
Then finally a bore.

He is so busy,
Playing his cards
And preparing more wit.

Unknown to most,
He seems just a twit.

A serious card
Would earn him
A date.

But he is to busy
Struggling
With the next joke,
To see what he just missed.

And later
To late
She's gone ... Forever.

The last
Joke,
Fell flat.

Will he never listen?


Hopeful kisses,
The Tart
: *

Paths we take

reena's elegant hand with henna
Originally uploaded by darcitananda

You traced me
And, found.

We walked
Far from home.

I ran
You thought.

One of us
Was to far.

So here
I am.

Once
Again.

Enchanted ...


Smooch,
The Tart
; *

Straight Up & Cool

Straight Up
Originally uploaded by Sandra Leidholdt

I found this on Flickr.

Doncha luv it.
Makes me dizzy
In a very
Happy
Way!

Upside-down smooches,
The Tart
; *

For Brico ...

Thx for your note today.
You have perfect timing, natch!

Yup, it has been awhile since I posted an artsy thing.

So, I thought it only appropriate to share
An image of what has been keeping
Me,
Going very
Fast ............zoooooooooooom!

I think it's time to slow down & smell some roses.
Smooches to you & your Aspen leaf,
The Tart
; *



Psssst. Double click on the image, very trippy!