Chemohawk Sessions Short #11: Taking Thanks

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