

Let's imagine, for example, that a lightening bolt struck a slimy
pond six million years ago and that one single cell creature
then emerged from the mucky ooze.
By some miracle of nature, millions of years later, the single
cell divided into twin cells and the Earth then had one
microscopic creature that was twice the size of the rest of the
life on the planet.
On and on it went: double, triple, quadruple, one thousand
times bigger, with cells multiplying into more cells, until
trillions and trillions of cells put together make the biggest,
hungriest dinosaur. He decided that he wanted to devour
everything in sight - and if he didn’t want to eat it, he’d just
kill it for fun.
He probably thought to himself, Fuck this, I’m the biggest
swinging dick on the planet, so who needs the competition? I’ll kill all
the motherfuckers and then I won’t have to worry about some bigger
swinging dick crawling up my ass.
Then, one day, a big shit storm hit planet Earth and killed off
all the big (and little), swinging dicks. All of this evolution
stuff had to start all over again, but this time, it started in the
sea, with the fish. They took a few hundred million years or
so, give or take a few ten millions, to get their act together
again.
The same old shit happened all over again, you know - big
fish eating little fish and the strong surviving, prowling the
deep scaring the living crap out of everything that moved,
until one day a fish used its fins to get the hell away from
some big snapping monster and he crawled up on land. He
couldn’t believe how fucking lucky he was to get away from
© 2007 by Michael Domino
by Michael Domino