- A squid’s name is Gertrude
- Squid have four classes: stomper, shooter, scout, and healer
- The first battled Namor
- The second was a gangster
- The third was the leader.
- The fourth presumably boneless.
- Paris said, “I do not really like them to be art.”
- Someone emitted ink from his hands and rubbed them into a composition,
but the abyss was disoriented at the time.
- How many shades of blue can one person be before it becomes too tacky?
- Style is hard when you’re dripping chromatophores.
- But you have style.
- I really like your junk, like, the way it outlines next to the zipper.
- Beak by beak peeling open the insides.
- Think of an erection as long as the mantle, head,
and arms combined, tentacles probing the outerlayer.
- I wanted to be a mermaid when I was young and was sad when I learned I wasn’t
anatomically compatible.
- Then when I was ten I got a telescope and learned literally all the
constellations instead.
- Squid are excellent space travelers. Cutting new frontiers with a
fistful of photophores
- I’m afraid of revision, the morphing lanes of text,
- but a squid is especially efficient in case of high traffic.
- A squid is also melee weapon, capable of action, and not gridbound,
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- so put a greasy fried ring around that tongue and call it commitment.
- I love you so much I would choke.
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- I would gag on each one of your arms just to feel your squishy insides,
your suckers down my throat.
- The only parts that can’t be eaten are the mouth and the pen, but
romance is illiterate anyways. I mean, can you imagine being
cooked in your own ink?
- Your blood tastes like metal
- squid can detect even neural activity.
- I like your messy head today.
- Your eyes are so large and beautiful like a vertebrate’s.
- I want you to know I would mount all three mortar barrels
while they thrust their depth charges and then rotate 90
degrees for reloading because baby,
- that’s love with three hearts.