Untitled n.697 — t r e f o l o g y

I suspect salad dressing harkens back to a more modest time in our society 2. 3. TA-DA! *** I am often asked, what would happen if I were to die before finishing my life’s work at trefology? *** Well, … firstly, dear Readers, do not fear my passing. *** When my day comes I will […]

Untitled n.697 — t r e f o l o g y

I suspect

salad dressing

harkens back

to a more

modest time

in our society

***********

TA-DA!

***

I am often asked,

what would happen if I were to die before finishing my life’s work at trefology?

***

Well, …

firstly,

dear Readers,

do not fear

my passing.

***

When my day

comes I will

embrace the

unknown

with open arms.

***

Why?

Because I have a back-up plan!

***

Now, I have not, yet, fully

fleshed out this plan,

but, here is my pledge to you:

***

I will, one day,

return to earth,

to complete

my work here

at trefology!

***
How? Again, I don’t, yet, know.

***

But that is why,

when I die,

I have requested

to be buried

in a straight jacket,

blind-folded,

wrapped in chains,

and with

the lid of the coffin

nailed air-tight.

***

That way, on the chance that I am successful,

***

it will be a double good trick.

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