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I'd rather watch SpongeBob with with Kimmy than talk to you. At least that stupid yellow sponge tries to make sense.
One must learn to be a sponge if one wants to be loved by hearts that overflow.
I'm sorry I'm not a jellyfish.
I like bubble baths.
At school, I was brought up on revolting food - sausages, sausages and Spam - but at home, I had the most wonderful sponge puddings, which I don't indulge in very often now.
Something inside me squeezes up tight like a sponge that is being wrung out
From SpongeBob to Finding Nemo ... I'm still trying to decide which one I like more.
I scoop a clattering cascade of green apple Jelly Bellys into the white paper bag and remember when we were seven. I got stung by a jellyfish. Tim cried because his mother, and mine, wouldn't let him pee on my leg, which he'd heard was an antidote to the sting.
Somebody said that I'm a bit like a sponge, grabbing things here and there, soaking stuff up. [As a director] you have to be, really.
I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks.
Crabs, crabs, crabs. Crabs the size of beach donkeys.
We choose our response--rock or sponge? Resist or receive?
Patrick: I'm mad. SpongeBob: What's the matter, Patrick? Patrick: I can't see my forehead.
For She's a Squishy Marshmallow
The fragment of coral, a tiny crinkle of pink like a sugar rosebud from a cake, rolled across the mat. How small, thought Winston, how small it always was!
I was like a packet of powdered Sea Monkeys and they were like water.
The mind is like a sponge, soaking up endless drops of knowledge.
Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness.
i am water soft enough to offer life tough enough to drown it away
I banana the softest banana in the world; it's a new game, seeing just how soft I can banana while still banana-ing.
Big worms that move through the sand like it's water." Roger's level arm went up and down in a smooth wave. "Or the big thing in Star Wars. What if we step down there and the sand just turns into a big pit with a mouth at the bottom?" "For the record, it's called a Sarlacc," Xela said.
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.
My eye-balls are glass,
my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask.
I kind of like to be a sponge, in a way. So everywhere that I am, I like to keep an open mind and just get ideas from everything.
The Person is a bubble on Time's sea.
I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.
pocket lizard licker.
The slime that accumulates on the underside of a soap bar when it sits in the dish too long.
Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
[I'm] a sponge, the more I absorb, the more I am able to articulate my vision, as artists do, like Picasso. I'm an artist in that light. I went from being an artist to an artiste.
...to go to a dance with a guy who has all the personality of a serial killer mixed with a sponge.
The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.
Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum in a tub.
He was beneath the waves, a creature crawling the ocean bottom.
piece of Turkey carpet
The bathroom was jungle-fogged, flooded with puddles, piled with soaked towels; cakes of soap with long strands of blonde baked in.
A girl in pieces: Barbie-thin ankles, a shaving cut on her knee; hipbones she could stab you with; white hands gelled with strawberry body lotion.
I'd like to be a jellyfish, 'cause jellyfish don't pay rent.
I feel like I'm kind of a bit of a sponge in a way. Like, if people around me are going through things, I find it very hard not to be empathetic.
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.
I am translucent, aquatic. Drifting, aimless. She is an anchor, sinking in my sea. - BENTON JAMES KESSLER
Pale and massive, he absorbed time like a sponge. Moved something, wiped something, adjusted something, but the future never came.
Are you the stuff that hero's are made of? Or are you a jellyfish in a skirt?
Poseidon's underpants! You can't be serious.
Billions of bilious blue blistering barnacles in a thundering typhoon!
Are we all bubbles blown by a baby?
The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.
He was aloe vera, rough and prickly on the outside, but the inside held all the gooey goodness.
Sea-foam
And coral! Oh, I'll
Climb the great pasture rocks
And dream me mermaid in the sun's
Gold flood.
If life were a sea adventure, I knew: I wouldn't be sailor, pirate, or cabin boy but more likely a barnacle clinging to the side of the boat.
You wouldn't think it would be Toby
she was so tough and hard
but if you're drowning, a soft squashy thing is no good to hold on to. You need something more solid.
Lachie slaps his arms around his body and hugs himself when he comes out of the water that's thick with the spaghetti of dark, leathery seaweed.
"Does it not try to drag you down to the bottom?" I say.
"No, sure it's like being stroked by mermaids" says Lachie.
On ships they call them barnacles; in business they attach themselves to desks and are called vice presidents.
Her metaphors for her children included barnacles encrusting a ship and limpets clinging to a rock.
I'm attempting to put myself in a bottle that will one day wash up on the beach for my children.
Seaweed Brain
Wise Girl
Little, impalpable worlds, were those soap-bubbles, with the big world depicted, in hues bright as imagination, on the nothing of their surface.
Your mind is like a sponge, in the sense that it would come in handy when cleaning off a countertop or something like that.
Live in the world like a waterfowl. The water clings to the bird, but the bird shakes it off. Live in the world like a mudfish. The fish lives in the mud, but its skin is always bright and shiny.
Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
In a moment of pure frustration today, I came to the conclusion that there is no angry way to say 'bubbles'...
I wonder how much it would take to buy a soap bubble, if there were only one in the world.
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!
Today I am
a small blue thing
Like a marble
or an eye
Teaching a man how to clean barnacles from a keel is an amazing useful talent, one any child should be fortunate to learn. Magochiro is our champion barnaclebully at present. String him under a keel, and he will bring back dinner enough for ten.
No bubble is so iridescent or floats longer than that blown by the successful teacher.
If you were an animal, what would you be?" I wrote, "A bumblebee trying to fuck a marble.
Somewhere squidgy. Your belly, maybe?"
"I can't believe you called my belly 'squidgy.' It's not squidgy, it's pillowy. And sexy!
I felt unclean after having only one sponge bath since the delivery.
Life is made up of marble and mud.
I am a crab. I am thinking crabby thoughts. I am tightening my grip on this rock with my big red pincers.
That's my darling little doggie. Bubbles by name, bubbles for brains. You've got to love him.
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care - For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.
The happiest animal in the world," he used to say, " would be a snail who could make himself just such a shell as he wanted;I shall try to be an intelligent snail.
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.
moved through a soft tide
I am a freak in secondhand velour, a leper who uses L'Oreal Anti-sticky Mega Gel. I am rootless, ripped from all foundations, an orphan raising an orphan and wanting to take away everything there is and replace it with stuff I've made.
Imaginary thing, his days a ribbon floating aimlessly in water.
They call me, The Sharkalator
Last night at Bingo, Sylvia won the last prize. 'What am I going to do with a mermaid?"
"Learn to swim in the murkiest water, reinvent yourself," the mermaid said #149
a bag of wet farts. But
Exuding confidence can ooze onto everyone around you. But it's sticky and goo-like, so remember to periodically wipe yourself down. I use a squeegee, because I don't like squeezing sponges. The only time I like to squeeze is when hugging a person - or a tree.
Get up seaweed brain
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
A bowl. Like I'm a dog.
All he had was *being* as a soap bubble: an iridescent wonder, holding so much but for such a short time, always one plink from nothingness, one plink from surrendering volume to the sky".
I acknowledge to myself that sometimes I am a snail. I move myself by gliding. I contract my muscles and produce a slime of tears. Sometimes you see the tears and sometimes you don't. It is my tears that allow me to glide.
I try to be like a sponge when I'm around other actors, picking things up about the way they work and how they do things.
I'm an ocean, because I'm really deep. If you search deep enough you can find rare exotic treasures.
She ate so many clams that her stomach rose and fell with the tide.
The softest of stuff in the world, penetrates quickly the hardest, insubstantial, it enters where there is no room ...
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.
Bob had a dog buscuit stuck to his head. "How does he always get food stuck to him?" I asked Morelli.
"I don't know," Morelli said. "It's a Bob mystery. I think stuff falls out of his mouth and he rolls in it. I'm not sure."
-Morelli And Stephanie
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
I must wash myself clean with abstract thoughts, transparent as water.
The sponge of my heart had been filled up sometime last evening and had begun to drip.
I am a sea-gull - no - no, I am an actress.
Is the scraping off of a barnacle the destruction of a ship?
Around her hair there was a saffron aureole, and her skin was a sea shell ...
Whats up, Seaweed Brain?