Welcome to this Slick Chapstick Flick Pick!
This is a flick about loss, grief, mistaken fstars
identity and questioning all that you see, what it means to those around you
and just what the fuck it matters to thee. Mr. Cold, of this once pleasant
town, takes chilling hold and transforms Point Godd*** Pleasant into something
chaotic, violent and unpleasant. Wake the fstars up #37, it ain't your time for
a hellish landscape nor heaven, in this mad Mothman's plan, he designed a
collapse for the silver bridge's span, but spares your life, gives a little
more to your life span, so believe this red-eyed man, unless he is simply a con
Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the
prophetic, predictive, psychic, prognostic pleasure of recounting a disparate
collection of red-eyed, wing-flapping otherworldy creature sightings--as this
is near Christmas disturbing tidings of said sightings we bring West Virginia
residents and their kin--we offer warnings of a massively overloaded,
catastrophic bridge collapse and we patiently remind those of you suffering
from a nocturnal, preternatural bridge collapse, it is our communal duty and
sacred honor to hold your hand while you cross any cold Point Pleasant street
and we offer to stand between you and your doppelganger who you might just
meet, receiving calls and correspondence for a dead wife is no easy fstars feat
and this Mothman wears myriad faces for those unlucky enough to, his distorted
alien face, greet. Point Pleasant, for purposes of this film's message, may
prove rather godd*** unpleasant, but Red-eyed Devil and I have walked there
without winged incident nor a glowing eyed scare, we may have felt unsettled
and anxious, but we came prepared and we do not easily scare, I highly
recommend passing through there for blaming the Silver Bridge's human defect on
a mystical man/moth creature seems rather unfair, but if we were to see someone
other than ourselves in the hotel mirror's glare or lock eyes with a carbon
copy version of ourselves matching our stare, it might be more than we can bear
for a situation that fubar is well past prayer.
We are demonically delighted to be gifting you, wrapped in shiny
wrapping paper, crowned with bows, the floating, bobbing, dropped from a
mangled bridge, present of this shocking, sensational, stupendous, scary, real
life witnessed, interpretated and translated treat of Slick Chapstick
Flick, an entertaining,
slick/flick-explaining series, a desirable diversion from the main mothlike
vein of Chemohawk Sessions. You're our Cinematic Fanatics; we, your worthwhile
Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Slick Chapstick Flick: Pick 46: Slick Chapstick Flick: Point Pleasant Proves Unpleasant--Red-Eyed Man Flaps, Memory Lapse and a Bridge Collapse (Mary Klein's Darkly Divine Power Line); (The Mothman Prophecies, 2002). Today, we discuss--the dangers
inherent to lugging around a novel for pleasure reading that contains the clause: a broken smile beneath her whispered wings, the futility of unplugging or otherwise disabling a terrestrial phone when the messenger, and thus the message itself, is extraterrestrial, regardless of what hat, cap, helmet or
ushanka she wears, Laura Linney's hair looks fstars stupendous, the indecency of making the sole remaining memento visual of your wife's existence a polaroid overtly placing her cleavage on display, the irrefutable comparisons between
this film's ending to Titanic's and the unknowable but common sense result of whispering into your wife's ear to drive slowly and methodically on your journey home and not fast as f***balls.
- Your worthwhile cinephile: False Prophet but true
account of the red-eyed winged beast Falsetto Prophet and Red-Eyed Devil
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
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