
There’s only 12 left again.
A pair of tulips, blue and orange.
A heartbeat on two lips, river red and candy pink.
A shade of warmth in her sleeping body beside me.
She’s beautiful. Sonic Ocean Water blue eyes in a meadow of golden sand.
And now there’s an empty blue bowl that just a few minutes ago contained blueberry pie. Why am I amazed by that? I put blueberry pie in a blue bowl… And then, I put milk in a white mug.
It’s a night of racing thoughts and all the other travelers of the night are crashing into each other. I’m an emotional demolition derby up in here. I’m a porcelain Fonzie wearing a crystal blue motorcycle helmet from the 1940s.
But I suppose it’s better than being dead in the head and like a log in a bog. The Creature from the Black Lagoon rising up out of the water with a penchant for panic.
My stories need to dig deeper into the core of the Earth and the mines on the moon. I need to be a jackhammer mole of odd, creative fervor. I need to dismantle the dullards of dementia.
But I want to be more than a bowl of alphabet soup… And now I’m reminded of the cereal Alpha-Bits. Perfect! My blog name: Cereal After Sex. Why? Because I enjoy a good bowl of cereal after sex. It’s like a magic Haitian cigarette for me. Plus, the words flow so nicely along the river of life and language.
Anyways, cereal:
I’d travel to the end of a rainbow for a box of Lucky Charms. I’d travel through a swarm of bees to get to a box of Honeycomb. I’d travel through a haunted cornfield on Halloween for a box of Corn Pops. I’d drink a forest of purple wine for some Grape Nuts. Nuts? That’s me. I’d lie out in the California sun until I was shriveled for a bowl of Raisin Bran — topped with two packets of Stevia.
A sudden rumble and I sense the combustion of a cookie. What was that noise? I set my 12 bowls of cereal to the side and go to the window. There are huge clouds of billowing black smoke in the distance. There is an orange glow in the sky and ash and rockets and flesh. It looks like a pumpkin exploded on a very massive scale. The room is suddenly getting much warmer and I see a vibrant wave of pandemonium and power rushing right toward me.



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