Friday, April 2, 2010


We are born into this life as prisoners.
This body we are trapped in – is a prison. We can’t escape it.

We cannot escape our needs
They are constant and – ceaseless

Yes – life is a prison
And we are the prisoners
Of our desires.


“Free as a bird” – there is no such thing.
Not even birds are free
They’re still tied here to earth
Held down by gravity.

Even the dead – they’re not free
They must wrestle with their past
And survive in the words exchanged in the air
Among the living.

Nothing in this life –
Is free.

Thursday, April 1, 2010


As with each creature of this world, you communicate with geckos in a unique manner. Start with simple thoughts like –

The feel of the wall. It is not up or down. It is not a feeling at all. It is an up and down thing.

Squirmy things like gecko tails. Twitching tails. Squeamy and squirmy.
Bugs. Air dwellers like me. Their flying capabilities. Minute pilots of their own ships.


Ninja-like, he is invisible. Like a perfect war machine of nature, he attacks on command.

Click! Click! Click! [pink tongue]

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!

This is the war cry of the gecko world.


Bye bye little fruit fly.