Season's fstars greetings... you perfectionist Podience. I welcome you to another Chemohawk Sessions dose that you are, no doubt, jonesing for and/or pining for-- hardcore. Caribbean jerky-seasoned turkey day may be around the once-scenic-now-crime-scene of a riverbend, but today we will focus on concepts that can be applied year-round. Are you passive, Podience? Or... are you active, perhaps ambitiously and overtly active? These are sound questions to ask, but useless questions unless we properly explore the implications of said questions to their deep, dark core. Today, through a dialogue or two from film and show, but primarily through Falsetto Prophet's own charming, disarming, sometimes alarming, thought process will we uncover the truth by way of slick sleuth. If the white-collar conglomerate is a higher power, or derivation of a white-collar wrapped holy cloth, perhaps around an HR corporate priest, then it's safe to state I forsook my fstars faith and lost my godd*** way. Telling personal nuggets will be told; a brief synopsis of present, as well as future projects in various stages of development, divulged. Unwind, with Falsetto, the demonic daily grind, slay the shackles and, yourself, unbind, from that unholy, soul-sapping burden which remains unkind to mankind. Gobble fstars Gobble, dear listeners. -Falsetto

*Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.