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this is a hermit crab: {#c4813a ⍾} or maybe it isn't? but a shell is a shell is a shell is a shell. hell. a list of hermit crab shells: natural gastropod shells (most common: periwinkles, whelks, moon snails, turbo, nerites, etc.) shells of other mollusks (bivalves) hollow pieces of wood hollow stones or coral rubble pieces of bamboo glass bottles and bottle caps plastic bottle caps and containers…
a squid, a stack, a recipe, a bridge. the most repulsive thing you could ever imagine is the inside of a camel's mouth. that and watching a girl eat octopus or squid. — marlon brando butter bread butter cheese squid cheese butter bread butter
we are lines of flight, intersecting above and below the waves. lines upon lines intersecting with intersections of lines upon lines. all tentacular and wonderful: the tentacular are not disembodied figures; they are cnidarians, spiders, fingery beings like humans and raccoons, squid, jellyfish, neural extravaganzas, fibrous entities, flagellated beings, myofibril braids, matted and felted…
holy squid cells batman, she says. feed with me leviticus: of all the creatures living in the water of the seas and the streams you may eat any that have fins and scales. but all creatures in the seas or streams that do not have fins and scales—whether among all the swarming things or among all the other living creatures in the water—you are to regard as unclean. and since you are to regard them…
don't come lookin' for me down here. ‘there are ravines. presences something between molluscs and deities squat patiently below eight miles of water. in the lightless cold a brutality of evolution obtains. rude creatures emit slime and phosphorescence and move with flickerings of unclear limbs. the logic of their forms derives from nightmares. there are bottomless shafts of water. there are places…
little squidlet, open your mouth underwater. if the sea, brine and salt. if a river, mineral and salmon. empty your mind, clear as the water, just be sure not to dive too deep. when the boat sinks, the fishermen will hug tightly, knowing the water keeps no love. blessed are they, when you do not envelop them definitively in your bubbling folds, to go and see, without railway, in your aquatic…
don't throw me at the wall. i don't walk, i swim. i swim, i don't walk. squiddds aren't toys. squiddds are poetry in motion. oh don't blog for me argentina, i am just a scapegoat or maybe just a scrappy jung squiddd ... don't psychoanalyse me yet, though.
mistakes are plankton in the sea of consequence. ― Stewart Stafford to dream the oceanic bestiary is to bring it to life. the sea doesn't make mistakes; it is we who mistake its true depth and the magic of its mysteries. just look at these wonderful beasts!
lift me lagoon and wash me to my room. bioluminescent algae swim with the tides copycatting the universe. just as small, just as big. pool me over, count my fingers like starfish. two hermit crabs fight over a coke bottle under the dinner plate moon 🌚. we are wed to the sea.
a map is a map. an octopus is an octopus. a squid is a squid. but then comes along octopoteuthis deletron, a rare gem in the genealogical lottery of squid life.