What if we considered our absolute self as only what woke up Sunday mornings?
What if every morning that we woke up for work we immersed into a different self?
I don’t want to be trapped. The constructive self is hindered by the work self. The grip on the bridles of creative energy relies on the absence of routine.
The motivated self is the one that moves faster than reason. It is for that reason I make my stand here.
I want to conceptualize and create in a new medium. I’m not aware of any medium that exists as of yet that is compatible with my style. I chose to write because it is the next closest thing. If I could paint or draw, I believe I could have a close bond with what I’m thinking.
I enjoy writing in that I can choose words that help indicate the appropriate meaning of what I am trying to say, and can construct an archeform that mimics the sentiment as a whole. I enjoy the blagosphere further because I can actually interrupt conscious thought and type with my fingers without censoring my artist self.
What I want is a new medium. I want a world where I can think and dream and share my philosophies, like the director of a film, but in a world that cautiously leads the viewer into my own domain, if only for a second at a time. It doesn’t seem like too much to ask, but I don’t know where to begin. Creation seems to only work on the creative.
One of the quintessential dynamics in film, theater, and presentation is the dynamic between male and female characters. The relationships serve many uses including and especially humor. In Some Like it Hot (1959) two males disguise themselves as females to escape the mob. This dynamic raises ridiculous questions such as “Which bathroom do I use?” or pre-color wardrobe malfunctions. 
Wrecked 'em? Damn near killed 'em! 