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. Gone Baby Gone is the flick, so very slick, hence my fstars pick!

When Slick Flick Pick is near, round up the St. Christopher medallion, of 3 Cutty shots and one tall boy--drink a gallon and stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's voice, you hear.

Lights...camera...action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction. I'm 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--unwise serpent slick, faux father figure flick, slick yet stupid private Patrick dick pick.

Enter, with me, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… I offer you: Pick 54: Slick Flick Pick: Unfair Welfare, Adoption, the Cleaner Option--One Unfit Mother, Two Affleck Brothers (From Starting in a Crack to Snorting It); (Gone Baby Gone, 2007)  Today, we discuss--the joy in meeting 3 unwise men: big Dave, Medium Patrick and Skinny godd*** Ray, the dangers inherent with a woman named Bea generating far too much buzz, getting the neighborhood stirred up in a honey pot of trouble and a honey comb of calamity, the risk versus reward of bringing an if into your life that will forever warp and corrupt a child's life, the dichotomy between a sunny quarry and a shady fstars story, how confident Cheese is that b's love the cheddar, but he must be a tremendously courteous host for we have not seen him discourteous and the vapid, vacant validity to a counterfeit death certificate--for if you are not dead, but living with the retired police captain instead, was that faux death certificate simply misread or would Amanda truly be better off godd*** dead?

 -Your worthwhile cinephile: your voice of cinematic reason who appreciates summer's warm season, cares more for cats than children all the while wearing my podcasting grin Falsetto Prophet

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

Greetings Cinematic Fanatics, in this particular case, you Hellbound Book Hounds! The only thing more satisfying than a gorgeous and flawlessly executed standalone Slick Flick Pick is one that honors, if not exceeds, the splendor of its novel source material.

Sometimes a screenplay, or film, has been novelized into a riveting read; conversely, an analogue bound book is oft condensed and converted, via a complex digital undertaking, to a cinematic adaptation. Some of the very slickest, sleekest, passionately picked flicks I've had the pleasure of enjoying originated with a Slick Page Flip I took pride in perusing.

The age old debate remains as heated and vitriolic as ever, the lingering, pesky, vexing question: is the slick flick pick better than the slick page flip? Sometimes this answer proves easier than slicing your finger's flesh on the corner of a page in a Hellbound book; I offer the example of Winter's Bone, the flick is superior to the novel--but not vastly so-- while no doubt novel, source--however the Slick Page Flip of Sphere, by Michael Crichton, outshines the merit of its cinematic expression; coming from a cinephile, such as yours truly, that is a cocksure comment indeed.

While I will not perform this companion, contrast/comparison analysis between the primitive

Snuggle the fstars up with a bloody, slick HellBound Book in your secretive nook.

As you earn each paper cut, you'll feel these fully fleshed out characters in your gut.

Whether binding open or cover shut, you've wed the novel--the flick serves merely as your mistress--soon to be Jack the Ripper's fresh victim--slut.

Here, we unwind some novel binding for this is where final cut greets papercut!

The Slick Flick Pick we will be discussing: Pick 53: Slick Flick Pick: Jack the "Stripper" Ripper--Dark Vigilante in a White City (Playing Cat, Bat and Mouse in a Slaughterhouse); (Gotham by Gaslight, 2018) and that graphic novel animated adaptation is richer, scarier, more vile, riveting and aesthetically pleasing than the original graphic read, the plot focuses more on its own narrative need, the most unexpected victim is cornered and lethally made to bleed, this book is more about Gotham's greed, less about one disturbed and unrighteous crusader who in tangling with Batman in brutal brawls and dirty boxing often takes the lead.

Our protagonist, the dark knight, is too slow in steampunk garb and too clueless to play the savior in time, the fog filled streets of Gotham prove an unsafe place where streets run the color of the painted whores lips: blood fstars red.

Today you are gifted the treat of audibly checking out this edition **Sixth selection of Slick Page Flip** from my Chemohawk Library Rack: Hellbound Binding 6: Slick Page Flip: Their Fair, His Lair and Batman Fanfare--Graphic Novel Read by Nightlight (Civil War, Uncivil to Whores); (Slave to His Past, Master of Your Future); (Graphic Novel/Graphically Vile Film Comparison: Gotham by Gaslight).

- Your freestyle logophile, bibliophile and cinephile: Falsetto Prophet

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

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. Batman: Gotham by Gaslight is the flick, so very slick, hence our fstars pick!

When Slick Flick Pick is near, estrange yourself from the looney wiles and sick experiments of Dr. Fstars Strange and stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's and Red Light District Devil's voice, you hear. Gaslights... camera...action...lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction.

We are your worthwhile cinephiles; you're our cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Slick Flick Pick: Pick 53: Slick Flick Pick: Jack the "Stripper" Ripper--Dark Vigilante in a White City (Playing Cat, Bat and Mouse in a Slaughterhouse); (Batman: Gotham by Gaslight, 2018).

Today, we discuss--the self preservation in not discussing your plan to meet Batman in a cemetery, that making the vile and volatile villain the man you least suspect proves a smooth move twice as scary, the undesirable quality of being an undesirable in a throat slit, gaslit gothic city, why casting both strong and seductive women in a period piece: Sister Leslie, Catwoman, Barbara Gordon, Pam Ivey, paints the picture with dames both sexy and formidable, that of all the masks the Ripper wears: hat/cloak, Hugo's wall mask, and the disguise of an upright commissioner, the darkest and most disturbing mask he wears is that of warped righteousness, how burning your once painted whore wife's face does not, in fact, burn the sinner out of her and Batman met his match well before Bane as the Ripper goes toe to toe and blow for blow with the Bat and the Cat in that slaughterhouse while they play bat, cat and mouse, but it is in the secret chambers, shadowy corridors and bestial basement of Mr. Gordon's house that Batman will learn the depth in depravity of one sick twist's spouse.

- Your worthwhile cinephile: Your gaslit podcaster of a fair's disaster Falsetto Prophet and the red headed and lively Pam Ivey: Red Light District Devil

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

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.

Sicario is the flick, so very slick, hence our fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, select which side of the border and the argument to wish to land on and stick around, till, Falsetto Prophet's and Red Devil's voice, you hear. Lights...camera...border checkpoint action... lends distraction and, with the right Slick Flick Pick, grants satisfaction.

We are your worthwhile cinephiles; you're our cinematic fanatics; together, we, excitement unlock and run down the real world's unimaginative fstars clock while feasting our eyes on this blood slick, dusty, cracked and dried flick, picked prize.

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Slick Flick Pick: Pick 52: Slick Flick Pick: Mexicoke, Mexicoup, Mexicontract Killer--Land of the Lobos (Cutting Blood-Red Tape with a Pretty, Blunt Force); (Sicario, 2015).

Today, we discuss--the self preservation in not discussing your plan to squeal to the authorities back home every dirty desert deed whilst still standing in the fstars desert, In Mexico, in the middle of the co**sucking night, popping off to a man and his dedicated, terrifying, local team who have just massacred a tunnel full of soldier rats, undeniable dangers of going home with a dude you danced with at a place called the Wild Pony, all of the dangers associated with being too ambitious and

- Your worthwhile cinephile: Your coca colaed out broadcasting, podcasting, outlasting lover not fighter, lothario not sicario Falsetto Prophet and the red as a coca cola can Devil: Red Devil

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

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.

Wind River is the flick, so very slick, hence our fstars pick! When Slick Flick Pick is near, hide in your makeshift hide, line up your crosshairs and rack some armor piercing rounds as you hunt the incorrigible runt who's really closer to a cunt and 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 melting blood slush slick, frostbit flick and punishing, poignant and plaintive pick.

Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Pick 51: Slick Flick Pick: Punishing the Punisher--Renner, the Deliverer (Aglow in Her Imperfect Meadow); (Wind River, 2017) Today, we discuss-- the inherent and foreseeable danger in provoking a man who is not only an accomplished, dedicated and vigilant tracker slash predator slayer, but who played a murderous, malicious, bank-robbing malcontent in The Town, the contest between the inexplicably stupendous smiling star quality of Renner and Olsen, 'twixt the two, there is no victor as they are both extremely endearing in this flick, the unsubtle duality metaphor represented in the unforgiving permafrost contrasted with a warm Florida gator stuffed plush, the cinematic brilliance in forgoing a romantic relationship blossoming between the two green-eyed leads and the comic, cosmic and poetic justice in avenging The Punisher's brutal beatdown by brutally beating down The Punisher's godd*** punishers. 

-Your worthwhile cinephile: Snow falls as a murderous bastard culprit crawls FALSETTO PROPHET

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

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts,

For those of you who doubt your ability to write, your own artistic kindling you must ignite, fight to write tight and the reader's emotion…incite. But are the silently read words adequate to load the weaponized word armaments? When you read aloud you give those words

They tell you to take pride in your work but too

I have been constructing poems for a very long time, but in that time I discovered, more often than would make it a fallacy to say, I got the poem mostly right the first fucking time, so the bulk and body of those revisions was arguably a waste of my time. If you really want to succeed in achieving the stupefying struggle between efficiency and originality, take heed: write it once, revise it a minimum of thrice, and let others read your work who will be as candid as they're nice.

I am Faux Poe, your igniter host, you are my writer ghosts. WELCOME, you wired, inspired, miles from retired, writers to:  Lecture 6: Faux Poet: Reciting Writing Begets Rewriting; There's a Key Need to Read and Reread; Feed that Need, Read Aloud, Plant Verbal Seeds, Embrace Both Flowers and the Weeds--How to Orally Concede and, Your Own Words, Read.

Write to creativity ignite and, the readers' passions, incite!

-Faux Poe OUT!

(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Time to Spare, courtesy of the artist, An Jone.

Hello Faux Poets! Thanks for imbibing fresh poems the fresher conversations that pertain to their poetic nature.

I sit in awe of Athena's superior voice and her astute literary observations.

Thank you Asset Athena and thank you Faux Poets.

Keep writing, or--at the very least--don't cease writing altogether.

I'm a Rogue Poet, my classical poetry approach is counter vogue, in case you didn't know it. Do not concede the fight in your quest of writing to ignite!

Write to creativity ignite and, the readers' passions, incite!

-Faux Poe OUT!

(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Time to Spare, courtesy of the artist, An Jone.

Hello Faux Poets! Thanks for imbibing fresh poems and the mistakes that sometimes adulterate them. While the reading is flawless, I wish I had made some modifications to the poem itself before Ms. Spooky was magnificent and magnanimous enough to read said poem aloud.

I sit in awe of her superior voice and type these words humbled and grounded by her spookily nuanced essence.

Thank you Ms. Spooky and thank you Faux Poets.

Keep writing, or--at the very least--don't cease writing altogether.

I'm a Rogue Poet, my classical poetry approach is counter vogue, in case you didn't know it. Do not concede the fight in your quest of writing to ignite!

Write to creativity ignite and, the readers' passions, incite!

-Faux Poe OUT!

(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Time to Spare, courtesy of the artist, An Jone.

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts,

For those of you who doubt your ability to write, your own artistic kindling you must ignite, fight to write tight and the reader's emotion…incite. But are you true?

People don't change. You know this is a fucking fallacy. We oft see people fall from grace, grow worse, more intolerable. We know it is a mortal fucking fact that we can get worse and let ourselves go.

That is a change, is it not. If we can decay, disintegrate, demoralize ourselves, then it stands to reason brilliantly that, so too, can we improve, enrichen, embolden and take our humanoid leopard spots, mix them, erase them, rebrand, recolor into an unrecognizable tapestry of human emotions, pursuits and fucking preferences. This is key in artistry, keeping an open mind and always allowing an out from narrow inclinations. As intense introspection can rob your words, your performance, your artistry of any affection, produce your very best literary crop and leave its fate to the metaphorical wolves, followers, fans and determiners through natural selection.

They tell you to take pride in your work but too much pride is a sin and that begets a jerk. You have a tender heart for your writing, you want to take the rusty and cleanse it, stain it, polish it, perfect it, but be wary of diminishing or disintegrating the very thing that made your work original, raw, idiosyncratic, incomparable and inimitable. I have been constructing poems for a very long time, but in that time I discovered, more often than would make it a fallacy to say, I got the poem mostly right the first fucking time, so the bulk and body of those revisions was arguably a waste of my time. If you really want to succeed in achieving the stupefying struggle between efficiency and originality, take heed: write it once, revise it a minimum of thrice, and let others read your work who will be as candid as they're nice.

I'm a Rogue Poet, my poetry format is counter vogue, in case you didn't know it.

I am Faux Poe, your igniter host, you are my writer ghosts. WELCOME, you wired, inspired, miles from retired, writers to:  Lecture 5: Faux Poet: Perfection…upon Further Inspection; Reflections of Imperfections, Intense Introspection, can Rob your Poem of Affection--How to, Perfectionism, Silence through Poetic License

Easel of Havoc (Paint Till You Faint)

Dribbling dyes, still stalling

For sharp features to surface

Your palate cradles dull puddles

Clutched firmly, impatiently

While pacing my frame

Clashing with painter's block

You rub timidly at first

Briefly cheating with chalk

Muddling your muse with masking

My visage mired in varnish

Your tongue slides side to side

As the pastels pull you close,

Closer to still-life it seems,

Flesh and rouge oils seep--

My canvas bleeds acrylic coats

Now, you rush your brush

Lacquered layers baptize me

Intense gaze melds immense craze

My lifeless eyes cry colors…

Frenzied, focused fingers smudge my skin

Your struggle intensifies,

Exhaustion swells too soon

Deft dabs, harsh stabs slow;

I sense your wrist waning--

My half-finished eyes see all of you

Tune in so very soon for your next aural lecture, my solo creative conjecture of the written word with: Lecture 6: Faux Poet: Reciting Writing Begets Rewriting; There's a Key Need to Read and Reread; Feed that Need, Read Aloud, Plant Verbal Seeds, Embrace Both Flowers and the Weeds--How to Orally Concede and, Your Own Words, Read

I'm a Rogue Poet, my classical poetry approach is counter vogue, in case you didn't know it. Do not concede the fight in your quest of writing to ignite!

Write to creativity ignite and, the readers' passions, incite!

-Faux Poe OUT!

(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Time to Spare, courtesy of the artist, An Jone.

Faux Poets!

You have heard a portion of Easel of Havoc, told by yours truly, sincerely and respectfully, and now you get to hear it in its entirety by Asset Athena. She was kind enough to read it and had a mind to heed it. And this is a wonderful accompanying text to enjoy with the novel: The Silent Patient!

Keep perusing inspirational stories and keep fstars writing you faux poets and writer ghosts!

Remember to silence the painstaking pen marking, regretting, correcting and perfecting through poetic license. You might have more to write, but if you are not pleased with your product, it is an endless, uphill, remorseless fight.

Write to creativity ignite and, the readers' passions, incite!

-Faux Poe OUT!

(Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Time to Spare, courtesy of the artist, An Jone.