How does this happen? You keep an articulate calendar, as Joe V would call it and still suddenly the submission becomes due tomorrow and you're still working on it. The "it" we're talking about is the first proof of worth that "Self Deprecation" is a viable project and the content is rich in multi-media possibilities based on this stipulated reality that somehow remains elusive. Jeez oh man, the guy transformed himself completely and unequivocally via the soulmate route and there's 50 years of stories about the aberrant, divergent mess he passed off as acceptable being before hitting the jackpot and becoming real. We're talking about a man whose infancy is defined by looking up from his crib to pendulous milk-filled breasts lowered to his lips and being stamped in perpetuity to integrating just that into his daily routine and yet the words that do justice to this rancor remain to be finessed into revelation. Oh, the injustice of final delivery. Who said that Sampson's hair was not the issue, his bipolar penis was? This project is not only viable but essential to the full understanding of the meaning of life. I sang right up to the moment the umbilical cord was cut. You can't sand all of my roof.