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What I remember are tentacles. Tentacles and teeth.
You are on a slippery, depraved path. Tentacles, ahoy!
I don't like slugs and tentacles and calamari or anything. Actually, tentacles made me turn into a vegetarian in high school. I'm not anymore, but in high school, we were dissecting squid.
Soun Tendo: Drowned Octopus Spring?
Guide from Jusenkyo: Is tragic tale of giant octopus who drown 1600 year ago ... somehow.
I am an unpopular electric eel in a pool of catfish.
An enormous fish poked his head out of the water and stared at them. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"Avon Snail, at your service," said Avon.
"Edward Ant," said Edward. "But I am not at your service.
FROG, n. A reptile with edible legs
When Mary is confused or perplexed, she spurts anger the way an octopus spurts ink, and hides in the dark cloud of it.
I have the backbone of an eel.
I am a giant squid of anger.
The squid is so cooperative. Its body forms a tube that can be stuffed with marvelous fillings. You don't have to be Greek to enjoy this one.
She exuded sexuality almost tangible, like ink obscuring the waters around the octopus before it strikes.
Why, you boggle-eyed, flap-tongued, drag-bellied offspring of unmentionable algae! You seething little leprous blotch of bat-nibbled fungus! You cringing parasite on the underside of a dwarfish and ignoble worm!
To a frog that's never left his pond, the ocean seems like a gamble. Look what he's giving up: security, mastery of his world, recognition! The ocean frog just shakes his head. "I can't explain where I live, but someday I'll take you there."
I also took a stab at drawing a Novem-Bear. I don't know what a Novem is, but I assumed it meant "balloon salesman." And the Novem-Bear has tentacles because it should.
That would be the gentleman lobster,
Whats up, Seaweed Brain?
Astonishingly slimy and dangerous
What is this?"
"Plankton, basically," Henry says. "A plant. A bio luminescent plankton called dinoflagellates."
Oh, Henry. He's so romantic.
It had a sort of a head on it, like a mushroom, and its color was reddish purple. It looked blunt and stupid, compared, say, to fingers and toes with their intelligent expressiveness, or even to an elbow or a knee.
Seaweed Brain
Wise Girl
Assessing the mind of a creature this alien demands that we be extraordinary flexible in our own thinking. Marine biologist James Wood suggests our hubris gets in our way.
The man was watching the nearby fish tank, which stood beneath a depiction of Tindwyl, Mother of Terris, perched on the walls during her last stand against the darkness. In the tank, tiny octopuses moved across the glass.
A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.
opponent was half pillbug, half octopus, and all butt ugly. I closed
Bugrit! Millennium Hand and Shrimp
Is this chicken or is this fish?
Grobanite makes me think of a type of harmless crustacean.
The Mollusks - generous hosts when they weren't trying to kill you.
The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn't need its brain anymore so it eats it!
How many amoebas does it take to screw in a light bulb? One, no two! No four! ... no eight!
A jellyfish is little more than a pulsating bell, a tassel of trailing tentacles and a single digestive opening through which it both eats and excretes - as regrettable an example of economy of design as ever was.
Get up seaweed brain
These Atlantikoinonia. They're human? (Acheron)
What else would they be? Turnips? (Tory)
I can go right, I can go left, I'm amphibious.
It swam crossways in the direction of the Nautilus with great speed, watching us with its enormous staring green eyes. Its eight arms, or rather feet, fixed to its head, that have given the name of cephalopod to these animals, were twice as long as its body, and were twisted like the furies' hair.
Amoeba ass is so hot.
Amphibians - the word comes from the Greek meaning 'double life.
Why are you so interested in amoebas?"
"Oh, they're immortal," he said, "and sort of shapeless and flexible. Being a
person is getting too complicated.
In my tadpole stage I was delivered to Metron Ariston and transmogrified, and here am I. My name is Sporos, by the way, and I do not like your thinking names like mouse-creature and shrimp-thing at me.
You may call an eletric eel a rubber duck but that does not make it a rubber duck and god help the poor bastard who takes a bath with the duckie
how can plankton make a shark embarrassed of itself? The correct answer is: it can't.
The purple, formalized, iridescent, gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war was floating close beside the boat. It turned on its side and then righted itself. It floated cheerfully as a bubble with its long deadly purple filaments trailing a yard behind in the water.
If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature,
If the plural of "octopus" is "octopi" then why isn't the plural of "rabbit" "rabbi"? Is it just because "octopuses" is too much fun to say? *
You with the tentacles, you're nicked!
Ocean, Ocean I'll beat you in the end.
Earlier, I stepped on a squid that had propelled itself over the bulwarks! (Its eyes & beak reminded me of my father-in-law.)
None can lead this life who are not almost amphibious.
I think all animals have souls. I feel certain that if we have souls, octopuses have souls, too. If you grant something a soul, it demands a certain level of sacredness. Look around us. The world is holy. It is full of souls.
Australopithecus.
You look at any poetic creature: muslin, ether, demigoddess, millions of delights; then you look into the soul and find the most ordinary crocodile!
There are monsters in the sea.
If you're the best that the Earth has got to offer, it's time we bend over and get a tentacle right up the ass.
I am the planet's most affectionate life-form, something like the cross between a golden retriever and a barnacle.
A whale out of water is over-run by ants.
See you later, alligator. After a while, crocodile.
Aelyx's voice was guarded when he said, "Our geneticists terminated the program."
"Why?"
"Because we all started growing tentacles."
Her eyes opened wide. "Really?"
"No," he said, totally deadpan. "Not really."
Damn, she'd walked right into that one.
The Amoeba?" she asked Aiden.
"The gang," he said, tossing his hand to indicate all around. "My
people. A large amorphous mass that keeps on changing size, hasn't
much apparent use, sometimes makes you sick, and occasionally breaks
off into smaller parts that act exactly like the parent.
Nonetheless, the oyster, could it fancy, should fancy its excremental equipment a hot item, for what other among Creation's crapping creatures can convert its bodily wastes into treasure?
My God! Who is this creature? It considers itself human.
Derek Randall bats like an octopus with piles
Jellyfish," Riaz said, after considering the other inhabitants of the sea. "Seriously, there cannnot be jellyfish changelings."
Hawke turned to look over his shoulder. "What the hell have you been smoking?"
Riaz shruged, his mood undampened. "It was green and leafy.
We watch the chef slice eel and octopus, delicate operations of dismemberment and amputation. For some reason it makes me think of poetry.
Rock music sounds like an octopus making love to a bagpipe.
What an incomparable creature is the sea! ("Absolute Evil")
An oyster, that marvel of delicacy, that concentration of sapid excellence, that mouthful bwefore all other mouthfuls, who first had faith to believe it, and courage to execute? The exterior is not persuasive.
There was a time when I thought a great deal about the axolotls. I went to see them in the aquarium at the Jardin des Plantes and stayed for hours watching them, observing their immobility, their faint movements. Now I am an axolotl.
Orchestras have often been used to conjure up the natural world: Swans, sharks, trout, but not, as far as I know, the often maligned jellyfish.
I am really a sea creature. Just a mammal that lost its fins.
The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.
A phantom fish, half beaten to death, wriggled in my stomach.
Swimming the ocean a giant brain watches us.
epicanthic fold.
bad lobster in a dark cellar. It
It is a curious situation that the sea, from which life first arose should now be threatened by the activities of one form of that life. But the sea, though changed in a sinister way, will continue to exist; the threat is rather to life itself.
There is an animal inside me,
clutching fast to my heart,
a huge crab.
Ianto lying on his back in the bog. Snake-silent and lizard-still.
The oyster is a blob of glup, but a woman is a woman.
only a silkworm.
Words are cheap. The biggest thing you can say is 'elephant'.
I'm sorry I'm not a jellyfish.
The only thing we have to fear is a giant wheelchair-crushing squid. Well ... uh ... actually, I guess that's the only thing I have to fear.
In a cabinet of natural history, we become sensible of a certain occult recognition and sympathy in regard to the most unwieldy and eccentric forms of beast, fish, and insect.
My God, what's happened?" He crossed to her at once and knelt at her side. "What is it? Tell me."
"It's ruined," she cried.
"What's ruined?"
"Everything. Your meal. My life. Our chances." She hiccupped. "The eel.
Of all nature's animated kingdoms, fish are the most unchristian, inhospitable, heartless, and cold-blooded of creatures.
On ships they call them barnacles; in business they attach themselves to desks and are called vice presidents.
He was beneath the waves, a creature crawling the ocean bottom.
I have thought for a long time that one day, if I finally got to deserve it, I would love to write about the minds of invertebrates.
When I get through tearing a lobster apart, or one of those tender West Coast octopuses, I feel like I had a drink from the fountain of youth.
Jellyfish do not respond to reason, they usually don't respond to kindness, and they will always show up to ruin a fun party if possible.
If there was a crayon, and I was to put a label on it, I would call it dinosaur skin.
-So B. It
The Proustian aquarium: grotesque and gorgeous fish drifting with languid fins through a subaqueous medium of pale violet polluted ink.
Raft of the Medusa.
Once there was an elephant Who tried to use the telephant. No! no! I mean an elephone Who tried to use the telephone. Dear me, I am not certain quite That even now I've got it right.
But when I look in the basin, among the curdlike blood clots, I see and elfin thorax, attentuated, its pencilline ribs all in parallel rows with tiny knobs of spine rounding upwards. A translucent arm and hand swim beside.
You trip and lance
Your finger at a crab. It strikes. You rub
It inch-meal to a bilge of shell. You dance
Child-crazy over tub and gunnel, grasping
Your pitchfork like a trident, poised to stab
The greasy eel-grass clasping and unclasping
The jellied iridescence of the crab.
Usually, they have to attach a tentacle to someone else before detaching all the tentacles from their current object.
The only kind of seafood I trust is the fish stick, a totally featureless fish that doesn't have eyeballs or fins.