You Only Die Twice

Quick, get the toilet plunger, as A Midwinter Night's Mare demonstrates we're in some deep doo-doo.

Let's rewind; ~DS~ reminds us that oil in part derives from:

• cyano-bacteria
• putrefied bacterial mats

... once living things, then expired, compressed, only to be yanked out of the ground, and then, as a final solution, cremated by primates.

When all is said and done, modern society will, just like algae, leave artifacts, standing edifices, much like the behemoth abandoned Superconducting Super Collider, here.

Some day we will get dug up out of the ground, our rusted parts reused/recycled for a final time.

So what do we do when we go? maybe a message:

1. A floater left with pleasure in the executive washroom
2. Leave the plunger stuck in place (ow!ow!ow!ow!owee!)