beached as, bro
beached AS

my head is a funny kind of round

the sigh of eight arms
sounds the same as any other
where am i going, and
can i possibly run any faster?

arabesques!

Lacuna matata

the light in the windows
hurt my eyes
*hiss*

my cephalopod sensibilities
are adrift

two tentacles forward
and six at the back
ain't going nowhere
till' the paperwork's tacked