There comes a time in the tides of wimmens and mens when the break must be broken off, tossed out the window, and the big accelerating pedal nailed securely to the floor. Go-go-go-go-go for broke. There cometh a timeth when we human fools must face the fact, Jack: the human experiment hasn't worked out. Look at the stats: acid rain, pot holes, death squads, flip-top cans that leave you bleedinng and thirsty, mutually assured destruction, smog, cabbage patch dolls, double secret probation, genetic engineering, Amityville 3-D, lite beers, Olivia Newton John, money, sex, bad plumbing, drive-through funeral homes, sports comentators making more money than some starving nations, people who got nothing better to do than wipe each other out over bad real estate. Look all around you. Better still : look in the mirror. Yep, things just ain't worked out. Saint Jake sez there's another flood comin' to reem away all this bad cess. I mean, Clean the sucker out! And Saint Jake sez the only way you gonna come out clean is if you take a couple of steps back on the evolutionary ladder. Past man, past monkey, past television game show host, past reptile. It's time to go all the way back down Darwin's ladder and return to the mothering waters from which we came : ye olde foamy brine! After all, who in heck's gonna survive the big flood but the little fishes? You tell me! So : be prepared. If you're a human being, you're paart of an endangered species. Ain't no fool of a human bean got the power to hold back the flood. There's only one way out : become a fish head . And what is a fish head (you ask) ? The arms flapping like fins, the eyes bugging out, the endless imbibing of vast quantities of liquids. Fish heads shun the daylight and frequent dark, wet places and wait for it all to gleam. Fish heads may have the appearance of human beans, but they got the fish in the head . Say it again : the Fish in the Head ! Party Down Now ! Back to the marshes ! Back to the bayous ! the rivers, lakes, lagoons ! Back again to our salty father's aquatic beginnings. Fall in love with mermaids, dance with octopi. Cast off your big brown shoes, get squishy, and wiggle for all you're worth. Like the Bubble sez: "Less we become as little fishes, ye shall not enter the spillway of heaven." Trout 7:11 Here comes the flood, and it ain't nobody's sweetheart. Get with it.