cucumbers kendera i don't like cucumbers, but i like cucumber sandwiches. 010130 ... silentbob i like pickles 010131 ... chanaka *CRUNCH* 010131 ... god i am being attacked by the air 010131 ... Sum Deus I like to stick cucumbers in my @$$! Well, that is what a very dear friend of mine (who is gay) told me about David. 010201 ... sideshow bob the thing in my fridge that smells like my ass because i stuck it up there while... whoops i've said too much 010201 ... misstree when i was working at the restaraunt, little things would remind me of you... dropping a beet bottle into garbage from higher than i needed to, just to make te customers jump... taking an extra cucumber out of the fridge, so i coudl feel its weight ni my hand, suggestive, cold and smooth and heavy and phallic and alien... little things still remind me of you, like a hypnotist's trigger, places where your disease still lingers, where i will never be the same again. 010213 ... guitar_freak Cucumbers and humus on pitas bread YUM!! 011201 ... Fido One day I woke very early in the morning, The night before we had salads And a cucumber was still sitting, Poignantly, Alluringly, On the counter. And I tip-toed to the counter, And rested my nose on the edge To quietly stare at this bizzare vegetable. Then I ate Cocoa Puffs and watched Looney Toons. But I will always remember that cucumber. 030709 ... c r 0 w l cucumbers joojumbers bananafanafoofumbers fee fi fofoombers...cukes 080131 ... Jus I met a woman after church a couple months ago and I casually asked if she had kids. She said no, but it was the greatest regret in her life because her husband died during the pandemic and she had a miscarriage after he was gone...the last piece of the love of her life, and a precious little baby, gone. I cried in the bathroom. I have everything this woman lost and I feel trapped under a heap of blankets. Everyday, at least once, optimism peaks through the shutters. I think, "oh, yes, this little life, I can live it up" and then I try to cook with a toddler and remember that flow is now synonymous with shifting currents. I'm tired of being me. I want to be someone who lives in New York, just for a minute. I am skinny again in this reality, wearing something business casual, laughing into a phone as I jet to the subway. Maybe I'll see a show, or someone famous. I'll pretend I'm a famous writer. It's fall in Central Park but summer in Queens. Spider Man is somewhere. Cucumbers are 2/$1.00. 250808 what's it to you? who go blather from