Monday, May 31, 2010
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Saturday, May 22, 2010
a word from the natives
granada granahda
Friday, May 21, 2010
Mrs. McQuote Quote
river surfer
Thursday, May 20, 2010
pweetty poem
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
the dirty mastodon
Quotey McQuote Quote
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
lil' convo
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Ye Ole Primordial Soup
Ye ole primordial soup,
Was just a bunch of goop,
Teeny acids, tiny m’crobes,
Sporting peptide suits and RNA robes.
They got to chatting and gulping the salts,
Of electrolyte cocktails and chromosome malts,
“Looky here”, they declared, “let’s form a new band,
We’re tired of swimming, let’s get up on land!”
But to do so meant a bit more multiplying,
From aminos to proteins that wouldn’t be dying,
“Cell integrity,” they spoke, “is what we’re about,
We expect to still be here through chaos and clout.”
They bonded and forged a trusty metabolism
Chose to replicate through mitosis schism,
Designed a large freeway for healthy circulation
Made thee fine fractal a daily libation.
More and more they upted ye ole monomer,
Until finally they said, “Let’s get outta here!”
Their well built legs, though short and stout,
Were amazingly adept to get them about.
Little by little, and certainly small,
Protenoids built creatures a couple feet tall,
They just couldn’t stop and didn’t want to decay,
Because according to nature, there’s no other way.
Complexity reigned and as soon as goop could,
It formed seashells and man, donkeys and wood,
Ladybugs, dinosaurs, carnivorous plants,
All pirouetting in a primordial dance.
Hence, it’s no surprise that hidden inside
Our lovely soft dermis and faces wide-eyed,
Lies a big ocean full of acids and code,
Trying to factor the next living mode.