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. Falling Down is the flick, so very slick, hence our fstars pick!
When Slick Flick Pick is near, order breakfast off the lunch menu and lunch off the breakfast, give them clerks no quarter, not one tick of rest 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 cathartically satisfying slick, Foster at war with the everyday world flick, powerful as he is pathetic 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 56: Slick Flick Pick: Nutcase Clutching his Briefcase--I'll Speak in Graffiti so You Can Fuc**** Understand Me (From Caged Commuter to Enraged Shooter); (Falling Down, 1993).
Today, we discuss--the fragile nature of a glass snow globe in the hands of a frangible man cracking and breaking more than the pavement atop the San Andreas fault line, the duality between the flattest, thinnest, smashed and unappetizing Wammy burger you have ever seen contrasted with a wide, thick, puffed-out and endlessly satisfying ego of a self-righteous rogue on the prowl, the indiscriminate way in which Mr. D-fstars-Fens discriminately calls out Los Angelenos, their no no's, where they should and should not go, how he'll ensure they'll reap what they sow, and should they attempt to disrupt or otherwise obstruct is forward moving flow, he'll make sure they meet their individualized maker, but first die slow and why a member of the human race who feels insignificant or somehow, from our concerns, affairs and memories, erased might just behave in a way that most would deem a disgrace but they no longer care about saving face for they've long ago lost their place, feel devoid of grace and when you feel you're a waste of space, you'll grip your briefcase, public property, deface and lay, to those who perturb you, waste.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: Beware the crew cut, short-sleeved, white shirt and tie wearing guy for he can slink around the city undetected; he blends the fstars in for this flick is slick and he is sly: Falsetto Prophet.
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
*Sylvester the cat said sufferin succotash, Yosemite Sam said, for example:
What was Yosemite Sam's famous line?
“You rackin' frackin' varmint!”
*I accidentally said Russel Crowe but meant Kurt Russel for the film reference: Breakdown.
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By Falsetto ProphetRecline, 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. Falling Down is the flick, so very slick, hence our fstars pick!
When Slick Flick Pick is near, order breakfast off the lunch menu and lunch off the breakfast, give them clerks no quarter, not one tick of rest 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 cathartically satisfying slick, Foster at war with the everyday world flick, powerful as he is pathetic 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 56: Slick Flick Pick: Nutcase Clutching his Briefcase--I'll Speak in Graffiti so You Can Fuc**** Understand Me (From Caged Commuter to Enraged Shooter); (Falling Down, 1993).
Today, we discuss--the fragile nature of a glass snow globe in the hands of a frangible man cracking and breaking more than the pavement atop the San Andreas fault line, the duality between the flattest, thinnest, smashed and unappetizing Wammy burger you have ever seen contrasted with a wide, thick, puffed-out and endlessly satisfying ego of a self-righteous rogue on the prowl, the indiscriminate way in which Mr. D-fstars-Fens discriminately calls out Los Angelenos, their no no's, where they should and should not go, how he'll ensure they'll reap what they sow, and should they attempt to disrupt or otherwise obstruct is forward moving flow, he'll make sure they meet their individualized maker, but first die slow and why a member of the human race who feels insignificant or somehow, from our concerns, affairs and memories, erased might just behave in a way that most would deem a disgrace but they no longer care about saving face for they've long ago lost their place, feel devoid of grace and when you feel you're a waste of space, you'll grip your briefcase, public property, deface and lay, to those who perturb you, waste.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: Beware the crew cut, short-sleeved, white shirt and tie wearing guy for he can slink around the city undetected; he blends the fstars in for this flick is slick and he is sly: Falsetto Prophet.
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
*Sylvester the cat said sufferin succotash, Yosemite Sam said, for example:
What was Yosemite Sam's famous line?
“You rackin' frackin' varmint!”
*I accidentally said Russel Crowe but meant Kurt Russel for the film reference: Breakdown.