Bedrock
She stood up with a look of kamikaze crazy in her eyeballs and bellowed to her generation SLATHER ME IN YOUR SUBCUTANEOUS BELLY FAT. There is a place for me in this world I have no doubt but that place is not now. Send me back through the cladograms of your lignin textbooks, put me to rest in the Age of Fishes. Wherever I land I will breathe in, breathe in the oxygen and grow so big so terribly terribly big my hominid heart will not support my gigantism. And then one day, maybe tomorrow, you will find my fossils deep within the bedrock.
