Greetings from this side of the cannon Weasel Lover,

Aug 2008

   it has been too many rainbow loving days since last communiqué happened to take a peek into those farthest reaches of shadowy dark ever moving recesses of didn’t even know they were there, kiddo. all the way down to business and back alley running anybody’s friends who try so hard to let everybody be enlightened of how much their few years have empowered themselves with knowledge when actually standing in front of their mirror in their own private space allotted to them by birth they come to the realization they know very little indeed. OOPS! pesky lizards dive bombing my razor thin path almost caused me to let go my grip there for a second, kiddo. i’m back to the straight and narrow though now, weasel lover.

don’t forget; running in skirts with dusty bows, journal notes of highs and lows, pure sweet love how easy it goes, never true acceptance from head to toes, calling a brujo though seeing only crows, not ”needing a weatherman to know which way the wind blows” or seeing your best friend crying, dying.

calling from the front wrapped heads and crime fighting doctors with former dancers phoned in the suspicious politicians and the warped plan of their corrupted walls found hiding them inside. like a mouse in a maze we all surmise what is hidden just around the next corner.. as the Rastafarian with miles of dreads tucked up under his tam on the beach trying to sell you a conch shell for your mother at home and tells you he will soon come with your change from the hundred as you watch him disappear into the sea spray on down the shore. you are left there listening to the waves slapping the sand and foam up around your feet staring at all those conch shells spread out before you like huge grains of sand and having faith you will get back your ninety-five. Well hA! guess what? two hours soon come, mon, Jah. here Mon.

all those science geek fiction nuts trekking around about space being the final freaking frontier. they got it all wrong, kiddo. space is not THE final  frontier! the final frontier is FINAL!

yours in brujos and crows

Basil Fassad

Fifth in Command

Greetings From the Front, Shadow Dweller,

Feb 2008

     Alas! We meet again. Yes, I know you told Bosco 

and his whole elk that you were rid of me once and for all. 

Well, guess who I happened by on my way to be saved from 

those god awful savages from the lowlands, huh? None other 

than the big guy himself. At first I didn't realize who I 

was conversing with what with his elaborate disguise and all. 

After awhile though, right before the Chianti kicked my little

 head to the Canary Islands and back did it hit me who I had 

been so delightfully talking with. Oh, he tried to assure me 

how mistaken I was, but when I yanked half his beard out just 

to prove that I did indeed have all my faculties about me, 

and that he must have used an extremely strong adhesive to 

bond that hair so well to his chin, that I convinced him he 

was who I said he was before he screamed something about me 

to take more medication and ran faster then my eyes could keep 

up with him then jumped on his bird then flew away, bee geezes. 

The only reason I mentioned this to you now, is he reminded me 

about taking medication that brought my thoughts to you.

Remember how you said never to take any medication after 8 o'clock 

at night because the consequences would be more seriously harmful 

than a pack of rabid weasels singing some Celine Dion song while 

chewing my flesh at the high school senior prom that I didn't even 

go to because I had to work in the hospital kitchen at the front 

line in Timbuktu? Remember that lizard lover? Well, the monkey that 

I rescued last go round shocked it all back to me with a resounding 

'HELLO I FEEL LIKE A NAIL' up side of my tender little head late 

this afternoon. All because I took some meds after 8 at night. 

Now I've got this tree branch sticking out from the side of my 

head just behind my ear. Woke up with it that way this early morning. 

I didn't even notice it until after lunch some multi-colored bird 

with this bearded guy riding it landed on my branch and started 

squawking in my ear 'bout thousands of 3 legged spiders on the rampage 

on the hunt for equal rights for gimpy spiders. Talk about not being 

able to hold your psychosis!

  Anyway, the big guy sez to download AIM, use like you normally 

would, then the night before you leave, send a communiqué and further 

instructions will be forwarded when all security checks out and the 

President sez it's okay.

  Time's up, got to get to the next island before all planes land. 

Sorry to rush off, but I got my orders, you know. So, I miss 

WHISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH, damn watch out WHISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSh, 

stop sending those lizards dive bombing my way, Lizard Lover, you much.

 Love your way!

     Fifth in Command,

            Basil Fassad

Greetings From the Front, Weasel Hoarder Louder More,

OCT 2007
After all the recent explosions that shook our very foundations and cracked everything beyond any hope of salvation or repair I now face any and all large or small pockets of safe haven and refuge rapidly crumbling around me since our last communiqué. I saw a light and moved swiftly toward it, when it disappeared as I approached. I had seen that light in the distance for many years feeling a small sense of it being there comfort, but never paid it too much mind and now that I have a bona fide need for it, POOF! Everyone that was once here has gone on. Even my close true has decided it’s a new life indeed , hopped on an exciting rumble ride leaving me here standing confused and glazed. I didn’t so much mind the ride itself, but GEEZ there lizard bobo, to just keep riding and make him your new true? I knew at times it was difficult to withstand, but does the sum equal the solution? I don’t know. There was also that nagging incoming that I just overlooked. The immediacy of it all seems very stark and raging. Those menacing back country demon lizards yesterday infiltrated my mind with the worst pounders yet. I cringe whenever I see those smirking wheezing distorted little creep bastards heading my way. How they just appear from out of nowhere to constantly rearrange my thoughts and wreak havoc on our well being makes me shiver worse than I’m waiting in the dead of winter in a whiteout standing outside my old home naked with thoughts of parrots and Christmases past literally exploding right behind my weary dreary eyes on fire. I tell you those miniature giants from the nether land are bent on just basically ruining all they come in contact with and no regard for whom or what falls in their wake, those filthy OHHHH maannn!!!! They really twist it to you when they hear someone jawing bad toward them. they whistle up their hell bent mangy enemy partners those shaking breaking hell dogs from opposite south town by way of the river that seeps over the wall.

Well, there goes another loving trusted memory fleeing wistfully back and forth upward and away toward its own little private oblivion only to rain down over the unsuspecting masses that adorn such laughter into tears and social freaking anxiety slinking unnoticed to your very soul, there Sunshine. Again, on a lighter note having nada to connect between either or any communiqués thus far, IT’S THOSE BELLS!!. God, I adore the sounds of the deep bells in the distance that take me back to nap time as a toddler in the sea breeze of the former days of don’t worry don’t care laziness of the unknown/unsuspecting/and unaware. Geez there Lieutenant, here’s a bumper sticker on this abandoned transport in front of me that reads, ‘A PERFECT DAY FOR BANANAFISH’. What the hell is that suppo…OH DAMN….those little fuckers just keep pushing and pushing….do you hear that? RING ON BELLS RING ON!! LOUDER MORE!! RINGRINGLOUDERMORE!! Say Sweet of Body and Mind it’s only the beginning. Most of the consequences will pass as all things do.
Don’t forget to say Hello to….ow ow oww cha..
                                                           Basil Fassad
                                                                    Fifth in Command

FUCK!

HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?

oh man, you ok?! here, here let me help you up.

goddamn man, what the fuck!!?

jesus man, you ripped your pants. you okay. what the hell happened?

just tell me what the FUCK that is!!? i need darker glasses, man.

what are you talking about. what is what? i don’t see anything.

you don’t see anything! what the FUCK MAN! you don’t see?

what are you…

i’m talking serious crap here man, what the fuck is that?! i’m blinded!

are you talking about the sun?  the sun? we did step outside you know.

the SUN?! the fucking SUN? that’s the fucking SUN?!

ah, yes. that is the sun. the fucking sun, okay?

well, what the goddamn hell is the fucking sun doing blinding me at night?

at night?

what the hell is the goddamn fucking sun doing out? i’m fucking blinded!

it’s two in the afternoon.

fuck! what?

and we are in Florida, so the sun…

what the fuck! Florida?

Florida.

what the goddamn fuck is the sun doing out in the middle of the afternoon

  in fucking Florida, MAN!? who the hell is responsible for that shit?! probably

  all those fucking lizards they got over running this goddamn fucking place. what

  the fuck is going the fuck on? i’m fucking blinded goddamn it!

man, you okay?

yeah, i’m fucking great man. what’s a matter you? FUCK! we better get back in

    here and have a couple more drinks while they get this whole whacked out sun in the aftergoddamnfuckingnoon shit straightened  the fuck out.

yeah…. yeah, that might be a good idea.

you’re fucking goddamn fucking straight it’s a good…hey, you got a cigarette? i am

   fucking blinded you know. goddamn it i need a fucking cigarette. goddamn fucking

   lizards…BLINDED! where’d you say we are?

we are in…

where the fucking hell are we goddamn  going …

well you said…

hey man look, it’s a fucking bar. we should go in and have a goddamn drink.

ah, yeah, let’s do that.

you know, somehow i got fucking blinded here man, you got a fucking cigarette?