NOV 2006
Let me begin by voicing my concerns for you and yours continued safety and welfare. The last communiqué that was delivered from out here related how this continued evolving darkness is starting to overtake just about all no matter what your history to this exact point in time, you will be affected. What with those back country lizard bastards who have now teamed up with those angry hell bent dogs from their past constantly creeping in and taking everything they can get their filthy greasy scaly humps and lumps they call claws and paws on. Planting those damn pounders in our heads and smirking to the sun, like those little pill popping crazed half-wit twinge loving blasts from the nether land know how to even blacken that to smithereens and reek the havoc that is going to permanently attach itself to everything you think, say, do or hold dear in your life from this moment on. Reminds me of the time I had a parrot. Not one of those multicolored huge squawkers, but a parrot nonetheless. It was two-toned green with a brilliant red head. I loved that parrot and religiously gently cared for it for years. I treated it as if it was a little part of my past I carried around with me to identify with and hold on to. As luck would slap me around a little I was outside cleaning his cage when two of those back country lizard demons approached us and started cackling and throwing parrot slurs around pretty loosely, calling me a weasel lover, rattling both me and my parrot. In the confusion of me trying to shoo away those little smirking life rippers, my parrot escaped from the cage to a tree a few feet away just as those two squealing spots of dark poofed into nothing, nada. At first I just stood there, staring at my parrot and he returned my gaze. I looked back at the open cage, looked back at my parrot; he let out a growling shriek and took flight. I watched as he flew upwards, turned and squawked, “Thanks for everything!” and disappeared. I turned, looked at the open cage, looked back to the empty sky and immediately shrank 2 inches right there as all that beach sand just unceremoniously drained from my being. Just that 2 inches reduction and I saw everything differently, achingly tilted from that point on.
Geez, I wonder what all of this will eventually accomplish, destroy or whatever the justification for how all this will turn out which you can believe is not what was set out to achieve. Somehow, somewhere, logic took a cruise and in typical cruise fashion left any and all worries behind which left us here to fight off these horrible demons that persistently batter what little confidence and minuscule will that still resides, maybe, within.
On a lighter note, that wasn’t part of that last communiqué, the bells have been getting louder and sweeter, which is a welcome melody that tends to drown out all the cackling, pounding and escaping sand that reverberates endlessly at the Front at any given moment. Oh geez, what the hell is that barreling rapidly in this direction? Well Lieutenant, I better go seek shelter and justification. Bells! Bells! Squawk! It is solitary in this DARK? Say hello to JezzBo and Zippy’s sister Zooey,
See more glass?
Basil Fassad FIFTH in COMMAND
