Emotions reaching out like tentacles; each lengthy, wriggling limb reaching forever more for that one, sweet touch. Like a curious octopus, I can’t help but feel myself squeezing in for that one, last inch.
I like the way his arms fold across me
timeless, tight and protecting.
A hundred hands with a thousand fingers,
brushing against my skin in a display of affection
the likes of which I’ve never felt before.
It was her least favorite animal of all time. The many legs, the inky cowardice… the strange similarity to her first name. It was bad enough that the twins always seemed to pick her as their victim of the day, but it was far worse to be compared to such a disgusting creature.
Eight tentacles wrapped around my waist as I struggled to propel myself to the surface. But his grip tightened, and I knew these thoughts would be my last.
The eight arms writhed as the great creature moved though the sea. He sought out his prey, a large dark ship. A ship known to his master. The he would wrap tentacles around the wooden hull and squeeze until it cracked. Down into the locker would her captain fall for crossing the lord of the sea.
She had eight legs all wrapped around me. I didn’t want to be free ever again. This was where I wanted to be, all wrapped up and held onto by suction cups.
The octopus pressed against the glass of the aquarium, showing it’s suction cup
covered tentacles to the admiring crowd. One little girl in particular was enthralled at his show. She pressed as close to the glass as the crowd would allow.
It was a beast that tugged at my leg then. I saw nothing but water. Blind, I. I writhed and writhed. Tried to swim. Tried to escape. But it was too late. I’d lost my leg. I felt no pain. I felt nothing.
I picked up a menu to steady my mind. If I concentrate on something — anything — I will not panic. It was a tapas place; offerings leaned heavily toward chorizo, manchego cheese, and octopus.
ten legged animal.
they actually taste really good even though they look very not tasty.
as despicable as it looks, it does its tricks.
definitely makes my mouth watery.
An octopus is an animal. It is an invertebrate. It lives in the ocean, right? That’s an octopus. It has eight arms and has a beak for a mouth, right? And stuff. An octopus. That’s an octopus. It lives in the ocean. An octopus.
I have never seen a live octopus. I just think they look pretty funny and kind of scary at the same time. But I think it tastes good in a shrimp and octopus cocktail.
The octopus grabbed the submarine and dragged it down, down into the depths. Green light shone weakly through the portholes – where would such illumination come from, at such depths?
He dragged me in, took everything I had, and strangled me to the point of death. Everything I did, I thought of him first. My life began to revolve around him. And my life slowly faded away into the depths of nothingness.
Johnny walked in, cradling his stuffed octopus in his arms. “How are ya doing today, Johnny?,” Dave asked, but Johnny just buried his face in the toy, muttering into its tentacles that he wanted to go back in his life.
They have 8 legs, a majestic creature of the unknown. it swims, slides, glides on ocean current. smaller fish fear it, the superman of the underworld. it suffocates, it kills.
Octopus is an incredible small creature of the sea! strong, smart, flexible. we could take a lot from it.
they rarely give up on prey or what they set their mind to.
this is a creature that lives in the sea and has 8 legs. It squirts ink when it is scared and some of them can change color. they are a relative to the squid.
What is the plural word for octopus? Octupusses? No. Octopi? That’s just strange. It sounds like a delicious pie, but it’s an eight-tentacled creature that could kill you in a minute. I don’t approve. I don’t approve at all.
I looked at the tentacled monstrosity sitting on my plate and cocked my head to the side quizzically, as I often do. Poking at it with my fork, I realized I’d never eaten food quite as strange as this before. Shrugging internally, I put a morsel in my mouth and began to chew.
When I think of an octopus, I think of sushi. I didn’t have sushi the first time I had octopus, however. I was ten, and we were at a fancy restaurant with my grandparents, the grandparents I barely even speak about. I saw that they had octopus on the menu, and was horrified at the idea; in response, my grandfather ordered the appetizer, and we discovered as a family that it tasted like rubbery chicken.
has 6 long legs lives in the ocean swims around good to eat little guy in finding nemo aw you made me ink, one legs shorter but you can’t tell if i twirl around like this.
an octopus has 8 legs and likes to stick to things. they are yummy to eat and cook easily? they have funny eyes and some of them only have one eye LOL hahahahah im so retarted but yes octopus…
If i ever saw an octopus i would wonder why i wasn’t just on the beach. The ocean may be one of the vmore vast and distant spaces but it doesn’t compare to the very edge of it. That octopus would become my dinner.
lays in wait for the unsuspecting child half asleep in her fathers arms as he walks along the ocean front. dreams spill forth like ink. creeping farther and farther into the blackness of night.
gazes up through the waters at the child peering down, both in mute shock at the horror of the other. the stories that each would tell will fill a generation of listeners for hours to come.
octo is eight. pus…. where did that come from? thats an odd question? i ask a lot of questions… do you remember that one kid who always asked questions? i was that kid.
the eight legged animal goes threw the sea as a very happy sea creature. He is always happy and makes so many friends every day! nobody hates him! everybodys scared of him becasue he has EIGHT LONG LEG dont mess with the popular octopus
My octopus sucks. A lot. A bit too much for my arm’s liking.
Emotions reaching out like tentacles; each lengthy, wriggling limb reaching forever more for that one, sweet touch. Like a curious octopus, I can’t help but feel myself squeezing in for that one, last inch.
I like the way his arms fold across me
timeless, tight and protecting.
A hundred hands with a thousand fingers,
brushing against my skin in a display of affection
the likes of which I’ve never felt before.
Maybe he was an octopus in disguise.
It was her least favorite animal of all time. The many legs, the inky cowardice… the strange similarity to her first name. It was bad enough that the twins always seemed to pick her as their victim of the day, but it was far worse to be compared to such a disgusting creature.
Eight tentacles wrapped around my waist as I struggled to propel myself to the surface. But his grip tightened, and I knew these thoughts would be my last.
The acid trip trained me. I never did drugs again after I saw that giant octopus trying to leech the life out of my friends.
The eight arms writhed as the great creature moved though the sea. He sought out his prey, a large dark ship. A ship known to his master. The he would wrap tentacles around the wooden hull and squeeze until it cracked. Down into the locker would her captain fall for crossing the lord of the sea.
She had eight legs all wrapped around me. I didn’t want to be free ever again. This was where I wanted to be, all wrapped up and held onto by suction cups.
The octopus pressed against the glass of the aquarium, showing it’s suction cup
covered tentacles to the admiring crowd. One little girl in particular was enthralled at his show. She pressed as close to the glass as the crowd would allow.
It was a beast that tugged at my leg then. I saw nothing but water. Blind, I. I writhed and writhed. Tried to swim. Tried to escape. But it was too late. I’d lost my leg. I felt no pain. I felt nothing.
I picked up a menu to steady my mind. If I concentrate on something — anything — I will not panic. It was a tapas place; offerings leaned heavily toward chorizo, manchego cheese, and octopus.
Eight arms to grab you close to my single heart. Is that selfish of me?
ten legged animal.
they actually taste really good even though they look very not tasty.
as despicable as it looks, it does its tricks.
definitely makes my mouth watery.
An octopus is an animal. It is an invertebrate. It lives in the ocean, right? That’s an octopus. It has eight arms and has a beak for a mouth, right? And stuff. An octopus. That’s an octopus. It lives in the ocean. An octopus.
I have never seen a live octopus. I just think they look pretty funny and kind of scary at the same time. But I think it tastes good in a shrimp and octopus cocktail.
The octopus grabbed the submarine and dragged it down, down into the depths. Green light shone weakly through the portholes – where would such illumination come from, at such depths?
Ein Oktopuss mit okto Pussies
arbeitete mal auf dem Strich.
Das gefiel den Haien.
Nicht aber dem Oktopuss.
He dragged me in, took everything I had, and strangled me to the point of death. Everything I did, I thought of him first. My life began to revolve around him. And my life slowly faded away into the depths of nothingness.
Johnny walked in, cradling his stuffed octopus in his arms. “How are ya doing today, Johnny?,” Dave asked, but Johnny just buried his face in the toy, muttering into its tentacles that he wanted to go back in his life.
They have 8 legs, a majestic creature of the unknown. it swims, slides, glides on ocean current. smaller fish fear it, the superman of the underworld. it suffocates, it kills.
Octopus is an incredible small creature of the sea! strong, smart, flexible. we could take a lot from it.
they rarely give up on prey or what they set their mind to.
The octopus has eight legs. They were very long and slimly. They wrapped out the girl and tightened their grip.
Silent, graceful creature of the sea. Feeds its newborn with is own body.
this is a creature that lives in the sea and has 8 legs. It squirts ink when it is scared and some of them can change color. they are a relative to the squid.
What is the plural word for octopus? Octupusses? No. Octopi? That’s just strange. It sounds like a delicious pie, but it’s an eight-tentacled creature that could kill you in a minute. I don’t approve. I don’t approve at all.
I looked at the tentacled monstrosity sitting on my plate and cocked my head to the side quizzically, as I often do. Poking at it with my fork, I realized I’d never eaten food quite as strange as this before. Shrugging internally, I put a morsel in my mouth and began to chew.
When I think of an octopus, I think of sushi. I didn’t have sushi the first time I had octopus, however. I was ten, and we were at a fancy restaurant with my grandparents, the grandparents I barely even speak about. I saw that they had octopus on the menu, and was horrified at the idea; in response, my grandfather ordered the appetizer, and we discovered as a family that it tasted like rubbery chicken.
The octopus does it really have magical powers? Well according to some the octopus predicted a winning of the world cup.
They were scubadiving, the wife and husband. That’s when they saw it, the octopus. They smiled and took pictures.
There are many octopus that live in the sea. So many that people are keeping them as pets.
has 6 long legs lives in the ocean swims around good to eat little guy in finding nemo aw you made me ink, one legs shorter but you can’t tell if i twirl around like this.
an octopus has 8 legs and likes to stick to things. they are yummy to eat and cook easily? they have funny eyes and some of them only have one eye LOL hahahahah im so retarted but yes octopus…
If i ever saw an octopus i would wonder why i wasn’t just on the beach. The ocean may be one of the vmore vast and distant spaces but it doesn’t compare to the very edge of it. That octopus would become my dinner.
lays in wait for the unsuspecting child half asleep in her fathers arms as he walks along the ocean front. dreams spill forth like ink. creeping farther and farther into the blackness of night.
gazes up through the waters at the child peering down, both in mute shock at the horror of the other. the stories that each would tell will fill a generation of listeners for hours to come.
octo is eight. pus…. where did that come from? thats an odd question? i ask a lot of questions… do you remember that one kid who always asked questions? i was that kid.
Eight legs. a week has seven days. eight arms.
lays in wait for the unsuspecting child half asleep in her fathers arms as he walks along the ocean front. dreams spill forth like ink.
the eight legged animal goes threw the sea as a very happy sea creature. He is always happy and makes so many friends every day! nobody hates him! everybodys scared of him becasue he has EIGHT LONG LEG dont mess with the popular octopus
8 legs under water animal purple with smiley face cartoon fun doofy animal eight dots on legs