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Have we talked about my love for the octopus? Oh, we will. Meanwhile, be teased by this pert little specimen, edging his way out of the waters for purposes unknown. |
*I hope you will feel free to sing this title to the tune of Jawbreaker’s ‘Ashtray Monument’. Also to ponder how very apt the (para-)phrase “Octopus… monument… a life spent waiting on cement…” is to this bronzed octo-gentleman, suspended in mid-slither on his concrete slab, as it plays hopelessly round and round in your head.
