Welcome, Cinematic Fanatics, to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining, slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are my Cinematic Fanatic; I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile. For this debut episode, I offer a supernaturally selected film and divinely auricular presentation of my most favorite, most frequently re-watched, most pined for sequel, most beloved D.C. adaptation, most legit s*** iteration of an otherwise lauded comic/graphic novel character: Constantine, circa February 2005. In honor of this Slick Flick Pick unveiling, I describe, through smooth detailing, this flick's slickness unfailing, noir prevailing and rich dialogue regaling. This is a slick cinematic experience that touches a myriad of genres: fantasy, noir, horror, action, occult, mystery, supernatural and sci-fuc****-fi. It transitions so seamlessly between genres and oft simultaneously, in such a way, that you process it as a simple study in filmmaking sleekness. I have adored this film since the dawn of my first viewing, even before that, with the salivation stirring, salvation subverting trailers and the lengthy soliloquy, my childhood friend took the time to entertain… whilst addressing my succinct question: How badass is this new Keanu Reeves flick?

Recline, Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair, I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. Constantine is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I am your worthwhile cinephile; you're my cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this slick-flick-pick prize.

Enter, with us, into the realm of film's fantasy as we unwind the grind of reality...

- your worthwhile cinephiles:

 co-host Red Devil and Falsetto out

B.R. (Belated Realization #1) Bullet Holes, performed by Bush is, in fact, played at the end of John Wick 3. 

B.R. (Belated Realization #2) Angela Dodson's initials are A.D. as in Anno Domini, or, as I prefer to say: After Death... coincidence or something more?

B.R. (Belated Realization #3) I apologize, Papa Midnite, for slaughtering the name of the actor who portrayed you. Djimon Hounsou is pronounced: (GYE-MAHN, HUN-SUE) Your work is accomplished and your acting style imposing, my good man. Never Back Down, Gladiator, The Island, Blood Diamond, you are bad fstars a**. 

Welcome, you motion picture Podience, or, as I shall fondly refer to you henceforth: Cinematic Fanatics to Slick Flick Pick, an entertaining slick, flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You are my Cinematic Fanatics... and, I, your worthwhile f****** cinephile. To those of you who live for film, in an unshakable, unbreakable, unmistakable way, for those who recognize the reality of their lives and seek solace, sanctuary and satisfaction in the intoxicating fiction of slick flicks, for any one of you who cites and recites more lines of fictional, scripted dialogue than vocalizing original words of your own, then you may possess but a fractional iota of a dense volume of rich reverence I hold for flicks, pictures, films and features. I recognize the relationship I have with these slick flicks is a conditional connection; an unreciprocated, one-sided sound I sail on, alone, into the great unknown. This is the power of film, it demands such a trust, requests such a fidelity and fealty from its observers, from the audience. I told you, Podience… I am two things: a cinephile and a logophile, a star double-crossed fstars lover of films and words, I say double-crossed as my own love for both can take me to places that even I NEVER SAW COMING! Now, you know, with effect, both my undying love for film, by way of this Slick Flick Pick aural production, and through my implementation of a poetic word selection deftly expressing said love for these sought after, pondered over slick flicks.

Recline, you Cinematic Fanatics, in your favorite well-worn, stale chair, rustle up some popcorn, fresh as fstars, the antithesis to that stale a** chair I just mentioned, zoom in and zone out as we unwind the daily grind with a slick f****** flick pick. What movie will it be? If I were you, I'd wait and see, but as this is an audible medium, I instead say… when Slick Flick Pick is near, stick around till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear. Lights... camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction.

I remain, always, your fellow fiend for films…your worthwhile cinephile.

-Falsetto Out

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.

Attention Podience… please heed our secondary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the surfacing of Drisking's past; it's too late to air what you hear, here, for your faded, fallow fear-- has reappeared."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, Season Two aired October 6, 2022.) Welcome to your sixteenth, season 2 and series finale, scary, auditory advisory under the persistent, looming shade of the threatening, Triple Tree with this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 16 on this Episode's Road: The Apple of Graham's Sole Eye--Bye Jimmy Fuc**** Prescaught! Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the seventh and final episode of season two (sixteenth episode chronologically) of Borrasca: A Glorious Footnote Pt. 2. We have reached the end of a trying, troubling, terrifying road with this series finale, and though there is nothing to see, for you or for me, there remains this sole chapter to hear if you can muster the courage to master your fear. Shortcake appears dead, her thin belly full of lead, much to Sam's vest-wearing dread, or… is it Kimber who donned the BP vest-- instead? Whether K is still breathing-- or simply, Graham, misleading, Sam remains captured in this gut-wrenching, gutshot concluding chapter, but is Sam irredeemable or can he still reach up and touch the Rapture? Graham so desperately wants his less alpha, more sensitive son to serve as his copilot in Drisking's cottage industry of compelling bodies and selling babies, but you must remember… Drisking's still a snow-capped town, Erik's still a stellar friend to the hilt and through the end, Kyle remains fully alive but partially well, no more ladies will be abducted, nor their babies sell, for Shortcake's been working on her shooting game; leaving Graham a living eye-patched pirate would prove far too tame and a conclusion lame as the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. We discuss the inexhaustible supply of smarmy, slimy Jimmy's double-crossing leanings, how painful it must be to be shot point blank in your vestless chest by your once burger-flipping, hot dog-grilling, murderous moonlighting sheriff/father, the most nonsensical establishment i.e. pool hall slash dive bar to celebrate for an ex-con, ex-junkie and a traumatized women and her former vegetable, half-brother/boyfriend; we hear the smooth, soothing voice of old reliable Leah; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted or otherwise ignored while this concluding double-digit Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.

Your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and co-host: Red Devil.

In this final chapter, J.P. double crosses and then attempts to cross Drisking's state line, though half siblings, K and Kyle remain each other's valentine, compared to how this rag tag gang was feeling at the end of season one, they're doing divine, Kyle's still a clown with a punchline, Sam's got gallons of guts, miles of spine, in this cold, dark world, Leah does shine, and Shortcake will grow up and turn out just fuc*** fine.

16 times warned... you were!

-Falsetto and Red Devil

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

Attention Podience… please heed our secondary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the surfacing of Drisking's past; it's too late to air what you hear, here, for your faded, fallow fear-- has reappeared."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, Season Two aired October 6, 2022.) Welcome to your fifteenth scary, penultimate, auditory advisory under the persistent, looming shade of the threatening, Triple Tree with this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 15 on this Episode's Road: Two Chests, One Vest. This is the penultimate episode and maintaining consistent Borrasca fashion with the first season, this will also be the first part of a two part conclusion. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the sixth episode of season two (fifteenth episode chronologically) of Borrasca: A Glorious Footnote Pt. 1. The markers are no longer markers of miles in a terrestrial journey, rather markers of a grave, for the shallowly buried dead, for those unsettled souls resting in pieces, each keepsake, prop or memento used in a sinister attempt to honor the murdered, their macabre remains. Sam's cell phone may be at 19% and though neither he, nor Kimber, is purely pure, they are, of Drisking's accusations, aspersions and acidic crimes, innocent. They are both shivering and starving, they are as spent as Graham is bent, but they have caught his scent and, though tempted to, they don't relent. The sheriff department's cameras are designed for spotting game, but here they scan for two wayward mammals: one brave ex-junkie dude and his Shortcake dame. When the slithering, venomous snake J.P. spoke of this dark business being a family affair, you will learn, at Graham's glacier cold lair, of the series of options he offers his son, with one as fuc*** up as it is unfair-- but you must remember… Drisking's still a snow-capped town, this relentless winter wind howls concealing the Shiny Gentleman's grumbling growls, Graham wants his son, in this fuc*** family business, to be co-owner, but Sammie has, for a decade, been a loner, he can't comprehend while his Alpha worthy son would remain such a wimp and a moaner, but grants his sole son one last chance, to be a sperm donor for the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. We discuss Erik's unexpected trek to this unsaintly quaint town; how a woman in white would perfectly blend into the snow-covered ground while wearing her gown, but instead of receiving a 10-year Drisking High School reunion prom queen crown, K is shot in the chest until she falls down and, in her own blood, drowns; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted or otherwise ignored while this double digit Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.

In this penultimate chapter, Erik proves one infallible friend, at state Road 282, Sam's met a cold dead end, the Shiny Gentleman continues to-- bones and bodies--blend, and twill be here Kimber's life greets its own end.

twice warned... you were!

-Falsetto Prophet and Blood Red Devil

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

Attention Podience… please heed our secondary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the surfacing of Drisking's past; it's too late to air what you hear, here, for your faded, fallow fear-- has reappeared."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, Season Two aired October 6, 2022.) Welcome to your fourteenth scary, auditory advisory under the persistent, looming shade of the threatening, Triple Tree with this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 14 on this Episode's Road: Shortcake's Source, a Trojan Horse. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the fifth episode of season two (fourteenth episode chronologically) of Borrasca: All Roads Lead to Borrasca. The markers are no longer markers of miles in a terrestrial journey, rather markers of a grave, for the shallowly buried dead, for those unsettled souls resting in pieces; each keepsake, prop or memento used in a sinister attempt to honor the murdered--their macabre remnant remains. The proper path to Borrasca will be paved, but Shortcake's source is beyond depraved; he's too deep in his fuc*** family business to be saved. Jimmy claims he is their ace in the hole, but he is confusing a card trick with being an a**hole. The tree house tomb unearths old gloom for the McCaskey boys met their end via elemental exposure doom. J.P. remains a serpentine, yet smooth talker, but Sam remains a Walker and just like Oedipus Rex, is on a mission to murder his older, Walker, father; Drisking proves a fuc*** up unfunhouse for you must remember… Drisking's still a snow-capped town, Erik's no slacker/hacker, the gentleman has lost a bit of its luster, but remains well-oiled, and in his nightmares, Sam still feels the deep roots of the Triple Tree that remain well-watered and father Walker took a new bride that Sam will have to accept, in stride, for the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. We discuss the Walker home remodel, including hot tub and wet bar, our duo of heroes, on breakfast sandwich grub, can only get so far and Sam's confrontation with an old ex is a fresh wound leaving a permanent scar; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted or otherwise ignored while this double digit Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.

Your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and she's been tased and dazed but remains unfazed co-host: Red Devil.

Sam's on parole, Drisking abhors birth control and the cold, snowy road takes hold with a bold mile-marker.

While we host and sip dry wines, read between the misspelled signs on your tour of Drisking's mines.

Welcome to Drisking: land of one no-tell, faux hell motel; where bound ladies… and their babies, sell.

Pay, in cash, at the faux-hell-motel while we rehash old mile-markers of Drisking's past with this Darker Mile-Marker Broadcast…

In this next chapter, Emiline proves an incorrigible bit** for she chose the monstrous, murderous, Graham, who happens to be rich.

twice warned... you were!

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

Attention Podience… please heed our secondary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the surfacing of Drisking's past; it's too late to air what you hear, here, for your faded, fallow fear-- has reappeared."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, Season Two aired October 6, 2022.) Welcome to your thirteenth scary, auditory advisory under the persistent, looming shade of the snow-capped threatening, Triple Tree with this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 13 on this Episode's Road: Her Source Reveal Still Feels Surreal. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the fourth episode of season two (13th episode chronologically) of Borrasca: An Unlikely Tomb. Today, Kimber, courtesy of J.P., gets her a** tased, but her redheaded a** is dazed, not dead and simply grows more crazed-- she STILL wants to drive-- with a trunk load of gats. Sam, like us, is shocked by K's source, but the heroin needs to run its course, Sam needs to detox fast to face his deadly dad slash chief of the Drisking police force. Jimmy proves a fucking rat, he can make, sound sinister, even idle chit chat, but K is not fuc**** around as she's a hellcat armed for combat. We learn that Kimber's handler was Graham, J.P. reminds Sam to get with the program and, sadly, K-- will never need a sonogram. Sam wants to further his goal of patricide, he slays, by flushing, his drug-fueled demon dragons in stride, will Sam remain clear eyed or will his junkie a** backslide? The answer is... you must remember Drisking's now a snow-covered town, Kimber's love for Sam is so deep she spares him another X-mas flick, but K still thinks to wish him Merry Christmas, but let's be real, she should have said very wary, scary find a new mile-marker body to bury Christ-mass-shooting for the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. We discuss the bedside manner of a devoted Shortcake, dark Drisking intrigue surrounding the missing McCaskeys in the mine, a miniature, replica treehouse of horrors and the need for their parolee pal high-tech hacker as Graham Walker is no slacker; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted or otherwise ignored while this double-digit Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.

Replacing snake dragon drugs with Shortcake's hugs …your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and one wily redhead getting tased into a daze… co-host: Red Devil.

Sam's on parole, Drisking abhors birth control and the cold, snowy road takes hold with a bold mile-marker.

While we host and sip dry wines, read between the misspelled signs on your tour of Drisking's mines.

Welcome to Drisking: land of one no-tell, faux hell motel; where bound ladies… and their babies, sell.

Pay, in cash, at the faux-hell-motel while we rehash old mile-markers of Drisking's past with this Darker Mile-Marker broadcast…

In this next chapter, Jimmy does what he does best… talks mad shit and we all feel, in our collective tummies, a pit. Mile-Marker, the MM, should be replaced by BB for Buried Bodies or remain MM for Missing McCaskeys. Michael, Matthew and...Frederick.

twice warned... you were!

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

Attention Podience… please heed our secondary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the surfacing of Drisking's past; it's too late to air what you hear, here, for your faded, fallow fear-- has reappeared."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, Season Two aired October 6, 2022.) Welcome to your twelfth scary, auditory advisory under the persistent, looming shade of the threatening, Triple Tree with this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 12 on this Episode's Road: Menacing Missteps to Dubstep. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the third episode of season two (12th episode chronologically) of Borrasca: Kyle's Map Theory. Kimber is, in fact, alive--not only did her redheaded ass survive, but she's dead fuc**** set on nabbing Kyle AND the remote hard drive. We learn that you need tequila to play "bullsh**," and, by episode's end, just like in Sam's gut, we feel a massive fstars pit. Add the lush, freshly cut pilfered Christmas tree to Sam's parolee crime spree. Their drunken poker antics may dull their fear, but a new B party looms near as they inch closer to the toxic tip of the town's bloody spear. Sam's birth mother is fstars dead, a victim of Drisking-- motherload of daughter's bled and abominations bred, and while drugged-out in his no tell bed, shiny, gentlemanly sounds swirl in his head. I don't know how we go from Phil the malcontented dope to Saunder's Scented Soap, but you must remember… Drisking's snow-capped town is down one small tree, Shortcake drinks both tequila and whiskey, to locked sites on the dark, dirty web, Eric holds the key for the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. Saunders gifts our duo agarwood soap with gold fstars leaf, perhaps its scent will grant relief, either way they all share grief; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted, or otherwise ignored while this double-digit Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.

In step with the rhythmic rhyme of dubstep your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and listening to Ki Theory while hearing Landy's map theory co-host: Red Devil.

In this chapter, Shortcake unveils the one source we can't endorse; does she even feel remorse?

twice warned... you were!

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

Attention Podience… please heed our secondary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the surfacing of Drisking's past; it's too late to air what you hear, here, for your faded, fallow fear-- has reappeared."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, Season Two aired October 6, 2022.) Welcome to your eleventh scary, auditory advisory under the persistent, looming shade of the threatening, Triple Tree with this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 11 on this Episode's Road: Recon Artists; Undercover Names and Unshaved Manes. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the second episode of season two (11th episode chronologically) of Borrasca: The Gates of Borrasca. Kimber has returned! Unmolested, unperturbed and unfuc**** disturbed, she is looking very fstars alive and not only did her redheaded a** survive, but she WANTS to drive-- with a trunk load of gats. Kimber claims she tried to wake Sam from his heroin sloshed daze, but Sam is angry, confused and in a deep ablaze craze. K dropped off in a white Lincoln got me thinking that there are grand secrets here that, for now, she is keeping, as they remain incognito in their prowling around Drisking, they'll be creeping, there are cracks in their emotional foundation with horrific memories seeping, for these smoking-digital-gun-hard drives, they are sweeping, Sam is walking on a thin shallow sanity wire, but deep he's sleeping. Their galoshes crunch snow everywhere they go, and those snow squished sounds remind me of the surreal Shiny Gentleman, though that is not their intention, but you must remember… Drisking's now a snow-capped town, Kimber's desperation is far from weak, and that red herring newspaper ploy was, while a cruel fstars joke, brilliant in its delivery for the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. We discuss Kimber's weapon of choice: a sawed-off, while an enraged Sam, on Meera, goes off, leading to one intense, broiling, boiling face-off, but lest you forgot, it was, to, WOW cartoon smut, Sam jacked-off; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted or otherwise ignored while this double-digit Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.

Hanging X-mas Lights like Sparky fuc**** Griswald, your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and spreading her husband's ashes on the side of a steep, rocky mountain until it kills her co-host: Red Devil.

Sam's on parole, Drisking abhors birth control and the cold, snowy road takes hold with a bold mile-marker.

While we host and sip dry wines, read between the misspelled signs on your tour of Drisking's mines.

Welcome to Drisking: land of one no-tell, faux hell motel; where bound ladies… and their babies, sell.

Pay, in cash, at the faux-hell-motel where we rehash old mile-markers of Drisking's past with this Darker Mile-Marker Broadcast…

**In this eleventh chapter, Kimber returns-- she was never captured, and though being wrong still burns, we feel enraptured. **

twice warned... you were!

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

Attention Podience… please heed our secondary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the surfacing of Drisking's past; it's too late to air what you hear, here, for your faded, fallow fear-- has reappeared."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, Season Two aired October 6, 2022.) Welcome to your tenth scary, auditory advisory under the persistent, looming shade of the threatening, Triple Tree with this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 10 on this Episode's Road: Chilly Welcome, Chilling Reception. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the first episode of season two (10th episode chronologically) of Borrasca: Welcome Home. 

Kimber is, in fact, alive--not only did her redheaded a** survive, but SHE WANTS to drive-- with a trunk load of gats, Sam, shocked by her arsenal, claims they're no threat, simply gnats-- K's a hellcat armed for fuc**** combat. We hear a self-read resume to sell us on Eric as he joins this trident dream team stuck in a living, sleepless nightmare, but this trio does not easily scare-- they've reasons to face Drisking and search for damming servers there. Sam capitalizes on Kyle's dogged coma, though narrowly scoring his own diploma, and thinks he's wise to chauffer K to the mangling, strangling mouth of distant, dangling Drisking. Perhaps he's strangely intoxicated by Kimber's drug-free aroma, or her fresh foul-mouthed persona, the steep gas station snacks he buys… cost more than a Toyota godd*** Tacoma, but you must remember… Drisking's now a snow-capped town, Kimber's red hair is now so bright, it's godd*** pink, the hand delivered newspapers are now both oddly complimentary and costly for the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. We discuss the trigger-happy, rarely sappy wiles of Kimber while stumbling upon a new snowy mile-marker, and we peer at the alleged owner of one ruffling red truck; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted or otherwise ignored while this double-digit Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.

Driving you through Drisking's chilly, chilling snow-capped terrain with a carload of gats, rekindled pain, and one pork-rind-munching fare who's grown more profane… your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and an unwitting subscriber to Drisking's complimentary paper bearing a costly message co-host: Red Devil.

twice warned... you were!

-Falsetto and Red Devil

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up) The main members of the American rock band, Reliant K, are all in their very early 40's: 41, 42, 43 respectively. Red Devil was correct and true and Falsetto was erroneous and false. 

Attention Podience… please heed this cautionary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the dark affair of Drisking's past; never air what you hear, here, or your former fear-- will reappear."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, aired May 25, 2020.) Welcome to your ninth scary, auditory advisory under the threatening, Triple Tree with this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 9 on this Episode's Road: The Worth of Childbirth. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the season finale of Borrasca: The Place Where Bad Things Happen Pt. 2. Kimber is drugged, not dead, as she was abducted and mugged by corrupt thugs, but in lieu of dead, she's been methodically, episodically terrorized, attacked on a rack, instead. We learn the life/death stakes in the usage and/or misusage of proper grammar and the placement of letters as a rusted, dilapidated mine sign may not the best tablet for safekeeping the lasting integrity of a message. We're educated on the misdirection that Skinned Men are neither men nor skinned, and we listen to a letter, so poignant and deep, it confirms Kimber's mom was more accomplished in writing than flying. Kimber must have splinters in her dainty, fair-fair skinned knuckles from wrapping on Sam's door with such tenacious frequency, but you must remember… Drisking is not a normal town, Kimber has unusually thick fstars skin, Jimmy Prescott's voice is as disturbing and oily when he orders a parmesan, rye sandwich, off the menu, as when he casually speaks to the revolting breeding farm he has meticulously managed, but Kimber is not a usual dame, Jimmy is not a cliché villain and the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. We discuss the futility of trying to tackle a villainous, armed running back with wendigo like speed and strength when you're outgunned and out-stunned, we explore a concluding segment that has been teased, choreographed, and dangled before our perceptive peepers but still maintains its shocking, sensical climax that will keep us talking, and we read a letter as sad as it is narratively satisfying; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted or otherwise ignored while this final Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.

Ushering you through the fuc*** up breeding grounds of local missing ladies, where Sam fights, with grit and might, to disarm the parasite, JP, and save the sisterfuc**** day, your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and-- bashed in Kyle's head till he bleeds red… co-host: Red Devil.

Let's dig in the final mile-marker of Drisking's dark past with this Darker Mile-Marker Broadcast…

warned... you were!

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement #2) *Song played towards the end, as the devastatingly satisfying letter is read: Beyond the Lows, courtesy of the artist, The Whole Other.