Seeking the Dark Tower

On the path that eventually leads to the clearing in the woods, the Charyou Tree. Fraught with danger, fear and loss, and yet, fulfillment. Welcome.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

The Gunslinger: Roland and the Can-Toi


A small decrepit voice, like sun-cracked leather, rasped out. Roland turned at the call, gun ready.

"The earth you walk on no longer belongs to you. Your world has passed on.”

Roland regarded the fallen Wolf of Calla. Shot and destroyed, its body was spreadeagled, pinned by the weight of its metal steed. The head was attached only by a thin sliver of dull metal, while the tiny satellite-dish thing that had been connected to its head-top now lay inches away from it. Nothing moved, but even still Roland heard all that was being said, as the dead glassy eyes regarded Roland with its endless stare.

“Who are you,” he asked.

“It matters not. An agent. Not of the Crimson one, he is but a pawn. We are [------------]."

The last word was somehow lost to Roland, intelligible and uncomphrehensible.

"But it matters not. Things of importance are now in play, and you are but one tiny cog in this entire scheme.”

The head now turned effortlessly to face Roland directly.

“We am here to tell you this. Simply because you must know. More than that we cannot tell. Your destiny lies with the Tower. All worlds must converge there, and that is where you must go. You are but one small cog, but an important one. Many [-------] will rest upon your journey.”

“What do you mean, demon?”

“No demon, nor god, gunslinger. We simply are. Your destiny lies with the Dark Tower. You belong to no world now, for no world is part of the Tower, while the Tower is everything. You are ka mai, and you can never be otherwise. ”

And the destroyed head simply was again, devoid of volition.

Roland left the clearing in a run.


Friday, November 18, 2005

victoria - 1, hummer - 0

Just when you thought vertebrates had total rule over the world...

We happened to catch a huge 12cm green mantid; no doubt female and in the prime of her life. We aptly named her queen victoria after she nipped my finger as we transferred her into her cage. Such is her power that she catches all six flies released into the enclosure within the minute, Gosh. Next time im going to introduce hoppers and if she can handle it, crickets. now crickets are the meanest of the lot; they bite at anything and will kill anything they cant eat. We'll see how victoria fares against these critters. Shes alot better than prince george, a weakling male we caught a month ago and died shortly after.

for more mantid horror/power click HERE to witness other pics of the mantid impaling a hummer and munching on its guts. Coolness defined.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005


ive rediscovered my art talent once again; this time in henna tattooing. It took quite some time to persuade my first human canvas to let me experiment on; i mean after all all the other girls at the diwali party were tattooing each other, so why not me?
The first hand decorated: ooh.. me! me! me too!
and i ended up painting four hands that day, two abstracts, one ammonite design and an intricate spider design.
And today i did another three designs. Maybe i hsould heed advice and start a henna tatto service. One hand can go up to ten bucks for a nice design. Thats quick easy money - something i need.

So, anyone wants a henna tattoo? Get em while theyre still free!