7.08.2012

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 conch-shellsspread 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


7.07.2012

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