1.29.2012

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

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