Chemohawk Sessions

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire- Tonight, an old lifeguard, a highfalutin bitch and the bookworm of the school tread deep fucking trouble in the shallow end of the pool. Here you can sip on bottomless coffee, stay up late and await your own ocean bottom bed made up by the un fucking dead. Can you sense the undead calm, or is it dead calm le...

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. I will be the first to pontificate on both the individual and expanding, externalizing value of the written word--for these words, painstakingly selected and assorted in an artistic, naturalistic configuratio...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire- Tonight, Ashley from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air refuses to easily scare and burns up in her colonial home with a gown so white and perfect hair. Sardo proves as fraudulent as his fake fucking vomit, and this trio fucked with the wrong interdimensional comet. The spell of the second fright and an interdimens...

Howdy Slick Tear Slippers, You comprise, constitute and coalesce my throngs of both intelligent, emotional and emotionally intelligent cinematic fanatic fans--and you are legion. Is there a method to your leaking peepers or is that visual teary-eyed visage more situational and erratic? Some scenes and sequences in these slick flicks are so dramatic, climatic, emphatic and traumatic you have no cho...

Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts, Are you in store for, of these Faux Poet teasers, more? Let us, new projects and novel pursuits, explore as my creative mind takes flight and shapes its wing into a a graceful, gliding soar. This 'twill serve as your second Faux Poet teaser where my treasured poem How to Draw a Blank is read, with proficient poise and powerful panache, by Emcee Brittney!...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire-   Tonight, Eric Matthews from Boy Meets World enters another past/dimensional world, and proves sly as a fucking fox with the boom box.   We wonder if that lost frisbee caught on a branch of the Hangman's Tree.   Good Evening, Match Scratchers!   "When midnight chimes, we both will meet, Podcasting...

**A Chemohawk Celebratory Cheers to my 200th posted episode of Chemohawk Sessions!!!** Greetings Faux Poets and Writer Ghosts, Are you in store for 200 more? Let us, new projects and novel pursuits, explore as my creative mind takes flight and shapes its wing into a a graceful, gliding soar. This 'twill serve as your premiere Faux Poet teaser where my coveted poem The Whole Tried World is read...

Greetings Faux Poets! I never harbored the mental agility, acuity or acumen to be an astronaut, the duplicitous nature required to be a political animal, the fortitude to be a farmer, no… but I do possess both a penchant and the penmanship to be a poet!   Hello Fellow Faux Poets and wishing, willing, winsome--possibly wanting--writers. To steal, borrow, temporarily liberate, and utilize for my own...

Howdy Slick Tear Slippers, You comprise, constitute and coalesce my throngs of both intelligent, emotional and emotionally intelligent cinematic fanatic fans--and you are legion. Is there a method to your leaking peepers or is that visual teary-eyed visage more situational and erratic? Some scenes and sequences in these slick flick s are so dramatic, climatic, emphatic and traumatic you have no ch...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire-   Tonight, these two siblings who festoon their bedrooms with garlic cloves come to learn some but not near all of what their shifty neighbor's son knows.   When you are deep into your candystriper night shift, candy corn from a corny potential suitor just might bridge the otherwise deep, wide rift.   Go...

Howdy Slick Tear Slippers, Hello again! With one Slick Tear Slip Down and 3 more to deliver to your ear canals, I hope you have resilient peepers, a box of absorbent and velveteen rabbit a** soft cloths for your tear ducts and are feeling sentimental! You comprise, constitute and coalesce my throngs of both intelligent, emotional and emotionally intelligent cinematic fanatic fans--and you are legi...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, by campfire, we conspire... Tonight, Johnny aims to strike down every bowling pin and spare his compassionate kin, he's a deceased mister, she's a, by episodes end, his released, at peace sister.   Good Evening, Match Scratchers!   "When midnight chimes, we both will meet, Podcasting slick, sick tales to scare; Master yo...

Howdy Slick Tear Slippers, You comprise, constitute and coalesce my throngs of both intelligent, emotional and emotionally intelligent cinematic fanatic fans--and you are legion. Is there a method to your leaking peepers or is that visual teary-eyed visage more situational and erratic? Some scenes and sequences in these slick flics are so dramatic, climatic, emphatic and traumatic you have no choi...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire- Tonight, can you hear the wind wailing in the trees, or is that the cackle of a sly, deceptively spry witch, these boys will make crank calls when they're too lazy for ding, dong, ditch!   Good Evening, Match Scratchers!   Welcome to CAMPFIRE SCARYTALES, where our campsite will affright till morning ligh...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire- Tonight, can you hear the bagpipes over the deep, dark grave of Blind Paul--when Sean types, or are those the wails, moans and pleads from the BB's book brought to adjust the attitude of he who gripes? Good Evening, Match Scratchers! "When midnight chimes, we both will meet, Podcasting slick, sick t...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the glamorized, shamorized, scamorized pleasure of ushering you through the unclean, mean and obscene streets of this city of angles, city of fallen angels, city of the baneful, painful, gainful and shameful and deeper still into the bowels of Hollywood, as we drift further from the stable, sensical, salubrious shore and out into the muck of the tabloid, the...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire- Tonight if you see blood flow behind the row, that's just a mute, but devoted, Scarecrow and a microwave is the only way to make this pesterous jester behave. Good Evening, Match Scratchers! Welcome to CAMPFIRE SCARYTALES, where our campsite will affright till morning light.   "When midnight chimes,...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the maritime, west-coast ghost chasing, snuff film of Tyler erasing, last score bank casing, post robbery car chase racing, non-violent but extreme lifestyle philosophy embracing--don't do the bank-robbing crime if you can't do the caged like an animal, far from the surf, for life time pleasure of sky-diving, break-surfing, bank-robbing, makeshift ga...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire- Tonight if you see smoke from your burning roast, that's not, by culinary design but a fuc**** fire ghost and this ghostly gal  is so beside herself she is backwards!   Good Evening, Match Scratchers!   "When midnight chimes, we both will meet, Podcasting slick, sick tales to scare; Master your fear...

Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow us the futuristic, yet told a long, long, long godd*** time ago in a galaxy not adjacent, not within a day's space flight but sithfuc**** light years away intergalactic planetary travailing, cosmos gazing, a dark-sided sinister cadre neither disrupting nor phasing pleasure of warp speed beaming you through any available rifts, tears or crevasses in the know...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire- Tonight it is a rotting, yet radiant mum mum that will upset your tum tum and one half of two twins during a full fstars moon! Good Evening, Match Scratchers!   "Follow the drying leaves to the dying fire lit clearing…   Here we recite chilling tales and ignite cooling coals…   Lob another log upon the...

Like Blake and his leper colony in John Carpenter's THE FOG, By Campfire, We Conspire-   Tonight it is a plant stem masquerading as a wand stick, THAT'S the magic trick and The Acolytes Aren't Allright!   Good Evening, Match Scratchers!   Welcome to CAMPFIRE SCARYTALES!   "When midnight chimes, we both will meet, Podcasting slick, sick tales to scare; Master your fear, stoke dying...

Alternate Emotion, Delete and Escape Control Control your emotions, Alternate their perception, Delete the witnesses-- Escape! Greetings, Cinematic Fanatics! Allow Brother Brooks and I the programable pleasure, proving a rarity, with our focused, singular minded clarity discussing both the like kind and quality humanoid models and others with disparity while we crack the coded encryption with our...

Good Evening, Match Scratchers If you once enjoyed, still enjoy or will enjoy henceforth, and in perpetuity, Nickelodeon's very own Are You Afraid of the Dark? broadcast that terrified both tot and teen alike in the early 90's, then you will feel right at home on the jagged, cold, forsaken rocks, atop the speaker's stone throne while occupying temporary, nocturnal space in this chillin...

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...