Podience... long time, no lagoon! I am back with a multi-front attack-- bombarding the corruptive property of technology and virtually forcing the world to see everything about thee; I audibly shoot everything on sight and harbor no prisoners in this selfish, shallow, superficial digital stage we are all asked, demanded, coerced to play on. Today, we discuss the value of quitting and its inherent, intrinsic opposition to staying the fstars course. But, let me ask, would you stay the course aboard the luxury liner: Titanic? Would you? I have selected, punctiliously, a cluster of quotes to further enhance my sound wisdom; I remind you of my workplace labors: scurrying atop sweltering summer roofs and my life-or-death struggle which beget life/death realizations. Unwind, with me, the treachery and lethargy of the demoralizing daily fstars grind. You have a friend in me, and you can trust me as I volunteered and imparted to you, I once drank my own pee! Stick around, Podience. For your next White-Collar, Black Belt boiling-brew, it will me the voice of I and another sly guy... Wam Bam motherfuc**** Kam. Hold onto your posteriors, Podience. 

-Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, I know... I know your gut is dying, by way of grumbling, and you are vying for your seat at the grand dining-table for your looming Caribbean jerky-turkey feast; as your tummy is, but, one consideration of mine, it is only prudent to focus on your mind, for now. Mind over batter, as it were. You have heard the tried, trite, cliched and overplayed expression: giving thanks. But, have you ever been fortunate enough to hear: TAKING THANKS? My meal money is on negatory; you are hearing it today for the first time-- brought to you warmly by your ghost of premature Christmas host: Falsetto Prophet. Today, we will analyze the merit of giving thanks and how, like every Arthur needs his Merlin, you have to take fstars thanks, to give it, and give it to take it; it is a sickly, sticky, cyclical cycle, Podience. While you are enjoying your cranberry f****** sauce with death-threat-thoughts of your boss, remember that I am here to gift you a warm serving of Chemohawk medicine. Unwind, with me, this holiday-infused daily grind, Podience. Together, we slay cancer and the white-collar boss man, who is a cancer, in and of himself. -Falsetto

Podience, this session requires just a brief, nominal introduction for my guest and I swap so many stories, there's no need to set the metaphorical mic table when dialogue, this raw and tasty, will be consumed instantly. C-Drew is my oldest friend, not in age classification, but in elapsed time we've had the distinct f****** luck of knowing each other; so, too, has he remained a solid, stalwart, steadfast friend. It is securely etched into my Falsetto Prophet wish list to also have his fraternal brother, a.k.a. womb mate, on for a future session. Today, we discuss how to keep your composure, how to deal with Swiss-jeans exposure, how he identified, with precision, the moment his future career path unveiled itself to him and, as advertised, much discourse on Nicholas Fstars Cage. If you listen closely, you just might detect the faint bark of a dog, and the sporadic chuckle of children, they are both on his side of the mic, but in no way distract or detract from his tips, as numerous as they are humorous. Unwind, with me and C-Drew, the trying, oil-refining daily platform grind. You will learn, through our Kitana sharp memories, how much one guy can know... another guy. -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

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.

Podience, have you ever captured a flag during the course of a playful, peaceful game of childhood fun? Harder question... have you ever properly identified and subsequently captured the wartime, white-collar corporate flag relegating, marginalizing and minimizing your pure victory into a contradictory victory? If so, please let these healing, attention-stealing words, from the mind and mouth of Falsetto Prophet, guide you through these white-collar warfare laden times. I am as happy to be here today as I'm convinced that if you start a sentence with God and end it with fstars, you may be the unwilling recipient of a murderous lightning bolt. I recall a cancerous experience that enlivened an unexpected smile from an otherwise laboratory-cold doctor. Seek, grab and grip the small victories, Podience, speak of them, celebrate them, commit them to your long-term memory and post them, with glee, for all to see. I offer you a Texas-sized portion of quotes, just the right amount of research, and a nugget so captivating, it exists in fstars captivity. Unwind, with me, that cancerous daily grind; and, with these Chemohawk Sessions' magical, medicinal doses of therapeutic sound waves, no white-collar parasite can live for long. -Falsetto

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

Podience, I was under the firm, but mistaken impression, that Falsetto talking in the company of one, with free reign on all content, and complete control over the delivery of said content was the only way to podcast. It is proving to be fanatically fun, with a side of fstars frenzy, as a result of these free form dialogues and undying laughter in the company of beloved guests on these Chemohawk Podience Guest Sessions! Today, your obligatory Falsetto introduction is brief in length, but memorable in material as we make way for the real gem of today's episode: special fstars guest, Brother Clint! Today, he will elaborate on the closing chapter of his last moments of the appalling company, what he eagerly awaits in retirement, and he reveals the jaw-dropping, shocking revelation that he is somewhat surprised we have become such lifelong compadres. Our dialogue is as educational as it is inspirational. This kind man flew from the Lone Star Fstars State for this session, and it does in no displayed, shapely form disappoint. I appreciate Clint, you appreciate us, we appreciate you, Podience. Unwind, with us, the nightly burning, churning daily grind. -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, far we have come, to these Chemohawk Sessions-- we succumb, so close we have become. Welcome to another Chemohawk Podience Sessions session. I am thrilled to be here with Red Devil in tow. Today, I provide an audacious, applicable segment; I can feel my salient points resonating deeply with you loyal listeners. I provide enviable examples of how to properly tell your superior to get fstarsed. If the solo session with me is the surf and turf: pristine fillet coupled with spicy bacon-wrapped butterfly shrimp laying in a boat of cilantro butter, then the session's third act, with Red Devil at the mic table, offers the dessert-riddled conclusion. What is the dessert? Red Devil food cake of course... hahahahhaa. Now, we will expertly speak on: our new project, how to give a shiz and make a palpable difference, a comparative example between abortion and a white-collar closed-mindedness. Relax, let Falsetto's words flow, and feel the good points glow. -Falsetto 

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, if they bleed, you can lead them. Also, where there is a workplace need, so too is there jerk-space for more greed. Have you ever considered a leadership post? Do those in present power take the time to entertain you replacing them... or working with them in tandem? Remember that synergy is a lie and it is, in fact, a seven deadly synergy. Today, my favorite bi-colored, unruffled fellow, Othello, receives a belated shout out; fortunate for me that cats don't display the same sensical understanding of time as we humanoids do. I also express praise to a long-ago coach, in my nugget, and an unexpected RIP, post "Falsetto Out," for a sightly, muscle-bound Spartacus actor who died from cancer years ago. This session will show, or remind, one how to lead, and how to be led, properly. Unwind, with me, the poorly led daily grind, dear listeners. Grab that grind by the ear and steer both of you towards a direction of utopia... not dystopia. I wish you luck, and if you are lacking in Irish blood, you might just need it. -Falsetto. 

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, it may prove easier to provide tangible results on an fstars environmental or geological impact study, than to measure the impact you make, or might make, at your WC company. The behavioral based performance review is diaper-wrapped, set ablaze garbage because somewhere between the corporate manifest destiny and your evaluator vying for top spot in covering their own fstars a**, your actual, factual impact gets lost in the scatterbrain shuffle. I challenge you to remember your value and mark each milestone impact impression along the way. I am here for you, Podience; but, more importantly, you are there for you. As always, I pepper the episode with some quotes and film/show comparisons. The personal nugget is a hybrid in that it is both for me and about Wam Bam MotherF****** Kam and his premier podcast release: Audible Ally (available now on Spotify.) It takes two things to burn down this fatherf******, dear listeners, appropriate fuel and an inspiring spark. I like to think it was Falsetto who encouraged Wam Bam Kam to podcast, but it was Wam Bam Kam who kept Falsetto going. Sounds reciprocal to this carbon-based voice for sore ears. Unwind, the uninspired daily grind, with inspiring stamina. -Falsetto 

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, remember when we spoke on you feeling like an imposter with imPOSTERIOR SYNdrome? Not only is it a cardinal white-collar sin, and insidiously puts the syn in synergy, but I reveal in today's episode that feeling an imposter is mostly not your fault! There is this WC cancer that infects, multiplies and convinces its hosts that they're suspect and, their own hard work, they should reject. It is what I call tier gaslighting of the corporate persuasion. You have likely experienced this firsthand or observed it in startling detail with a colleague. Today, we will nab it and nullify it until it is effectively neutralized. Many apropos quotes await along with an uplifting nugget. Unwind, with me, the daily grind, and this tier gas, let us dissipate, in tandem, as we clear the area and make the air, and our workplace space, more breathable. Happy early Halloween you grotesque gentlemen and ghoulish gals. Listener beware and prepare-- for white-collar warfare. -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.