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DELIRIOUS AS A BLOWTORCH AND BEGOTTEN IN THE LUMINOSITY OF LOVE — THIS IS THE INFAMOUS OUT-OF-ORBIT LITERARY JOURNAL THAT DELIVERS STORYTELLING FIT FOR A GATHERING AROUND FIRE. HOME TO UNPREDICTABLE FICTION, REVEALING PERSONAL ESSAYS, BITTER SOCIAL ASSESSMENTS, SUBVERSIVE HYMNS, UNDERWATER OBSCENITIES, UPLIFTING BAD NEWS, VEILED CONFESSIONS, HINTS OF THE EROTIC… AND MAYBE EVEN SOME DICEY ADVICE.
I cut up some of the sausages and ruptured egg yolks with the pieces and then ate. She studied me as I worked my mouth and then swallowed. “It’s much deeper than that. It goes into her crazy dreams and her longing for real love. She has a very complicated mind.”...
I woke up with a Kodak moment in my guts. The sun was shining bright, harsh, with a gauze on a wound sparkle that I had not experienced in seemingly centuries.
“Yes. Word spreads. Word gets to me. People say you give off bad vibes, that you're unprofessional and have a salty attitude about life.”...
Steel’s hatred for his boss Jarrod Creep grew by the millisecond as they sat in Dong’s Thai Palace in downtown Berlin, Wyoming. They stared at each other.
He looked at her body and wondered if she could shoot bullets from those breasts. Her ni***es stood out through her Walmart uniform top like the rigid barrels of erotic pistols....
Immigrant Wonder Woman worked the jewelry counter at Walmart because she had lost her touch with taming galactic evil. But this new job was salt in the wound.
Photo by Elīna Arāja on Pexels.com Tarnished and solitarymicroscope the gods to the bonethe rubbermaid ache getting more desperate every daydarkened spirits grow more onyxwith each ocean passing of the sunthere is no carnival high-beam in my lifeonly shadows coaxing another sparse screamwhen I walk through the wooded landsclutch the trees and their dirty hands…...
https://cerealaftersex.com/2023/04/01/grapefruit-and-stars/
Tarnished and solitary, microscope the gods to the bone, the rubbermaid ache getting more desperate every day, darkened spirits grow more onyx every day.
He turned to look at her. “The only one I want to be forceful with is you. I guess you could say I only have eyes for you, Veronica Eyes.”...
His place in Wyoming was a mess because he rarely had guests. He found a chunk of cheese hidden within the trunks of fibers of the living room carpet.
“I’m an entertainer… And there are certain prejudiced ideas being put forth here in this state by the current ruling political junk and their mindless followers."...
"I’m not going to look down upon you because you’re different. I’d be no better than the fools running the show here in this fascist state." - Flatulentapede
He unlocked the front door of his square apartment that reflected the colors of a pumpkin patch and went to take a warm bath with bubbles of a rainbow sheen....
This is true, apply if: You want to make a customer’s day and it shows in the way you are maniacal about serving great-tasting chicken with a great big smile.
Glenda began to cry. “You don’t throw a burrito at someone who loves you.”...
Breath and liberty lies in the wake of a blue house ghost. Christmas glass shines like ass. A ruby red orb like a planet at dusk, in the dust of the Old West.
She opened her eyes and gave him a look like a snapping whip ferociously forced forth by the wrist of an ancient cowboy....
High above a Southwestern American town on the outskirts of nowhere, a cherry-lime moon hangs heavy in a bruise-blue sky, an outlandish dapple over the desert.
She smiled. She had big teeth that sat like aging tombstones losing their footing on the well-wormed ground of a spooky cemetery....
He was blind about something as he drank milk from a glass and stared out the window. The leaves on the trees in his overgrown yard shook with autumnal fear.
“You take care now,” he said, and he moved toward the door and went out of the building and into the remains of a blustery day like a vibrantly psychedelic Saint Winnie-the-Pooh....
The Tire Shop Space Lord, who resembled Wilford Brimley, was thinking, maybe not just about oatmeal and being grumpy, but real human and important things.
"That Capitalism is a prison for most of us. Everyone should have access to the same basic necessities of life... For free."...
There they were, down in the incandescent valley of the broken, the spires of architects piercing the yellow cast, two cups of cooling coffee on a table.
He reached toward and took what remained of his hamburger and clutched it in his hand. He threw it at the woman as hard as he could, and it hit her in the face....
His name was Asphalt Whiskers, and he was sitting in a fast-food behemoth of burger places, one out on the Brass Highway that mingled with all the rest.
“No… I’m going to go home and try to talk some sense into her.” Then he laughed. “I’ll whip out my powerful burrito and convert her back.”...
“No… I’m going to go home and try to talk some sense into her.” Then he laughed. “I’ll whip out my powerful burrito and convert her back.”
Blowtorch Pastoral is a space I created to post some of what I consider to be my more serious writing....
Blowtorch Pastoral is a space I created to post some of what I consider to be my more serious writing.
Alex leaned in closer and whispered with a smile. “And between you and me, there’s nothing like cracking open a fresh urinal cake first thing in the morning. It makes my stomach tingle.”...
Alex leaned in and whispered. “Between you and me, there’s nothing like cracking open a fresh urinal cake first thing in the morning. Makes my stomach tingle.”
“You’re much too emotional. You take things way too personal. You have to loosen up and just be comfortable in your own skin. If I don’t see that in you… You’ll never be in me.”...
His name was Mango and he had gotten into a lot of tangles in his life. He was from Miami, and no one knew how or why he ended up in horrid Berlin, Wyoming.
“I suppose you could say I’m a people person and… Well, to be honest, I just like to be close to others. It’s comforting. See, I’ve suffered some terrible losses in my life. Just terrible. More terrible than any human being should ever have to endure.”...
A young man stood in aisle No. 8 in a nonchalant grocery store on the edge of a small American town that knew no better than what the day and night gave it.
He was too drunk to just run out to the sand and feel the grains between his toes and the softness on the soles of his soul and jump out into the ocean like a madman to play and eat jellyfish sandwiches....
Jehovah Pumpkin worked in an oceanside souvenir shop in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. His job title was that of clerk and his job duties were basic ones.
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com She’s scared of me I can tell. Not that I’ll do some horrible damage. But that I’ll just mess up my own heart and mind with memories that aren’t even mine. Because I’m a train with several wings. And the stops we make are to all sorts of different places at the same time. The steam stack release like time machine clouds… Puffing....
https://cerealaftersex.com/2023/01/31/time-machine-clouds/
The conductor walks by and hands me a package wrapped in yellow paper. He tells me not to open it until I get to my final destination on the time machine.
“I wanted to apologize for the other night… At the party,” Steel said. “I was way out of line with all that talk about gravy. It was stupid. Sorry about that.”...
“I wanted to apologize for the other night… At the party,” Steel said. “I was way out of line with all that talk about gravy. It was stupid. Sorry about that.”
I moved closer to one of the windows and pressed a hand against it. When I looked out onto the surface of Pluto, it was somehow no longer Pluto....
There was some serious moonlight on the edge of my heart as I went to the archives, where the lonely ones would go with their digital pulses on Pluto.
He plotted a path across the highway. As he slowly walked, the rushing machines went right through him as if he wasn’t even there....
Time stands still beneath a December moon. The moon has its own scars, like the sun and all the planets. Most men and women have scars if they’ve lived any.
Nitram slowly builds a vision for revenge on a world that has done nothing but kick him to the ground. He withdraws, grows angry, and begins stockpiling weapons, often illegally. ...
One movie I watched was surprisingly impactful, and I would easily say one of the best films I have seen in a long time, despite its harrowing subject matter.
“These are my best ones,” he said, and he leaned forward and spoke quietly even though he didn’t need to because the shop was otherwise empty. “What color were you looking to paint these bastards’ mouths with? Huh?”...
Zappy’s Magic Shop in downtown Berlin, Wyoming smelled of glee and trickery when Steel Brandenburg III first walked in during his lunchbreak on a Wednesday.
He liked the way her mouth stretched out and showed off her big sparkly teeth when she smiled or laughed. They reminded him of polished ivory Chicklets....
Steel Brandenburg III sat at his desk in the newsroom of the Berlin (Wyoming) Daily Times. The cursor blinked, waiting for him to start writing a gravy story.
Photo by Douglas Henrique Marin dos Santos on Pexels.com A misty green jungle glowleaves me melancholy highat mid-morning sighthe curtains in the kitchenhold back the ashen stareof this cell blockwith eighty tiny windowsand hands reaching out to prayfor the immoral justice to fade,fade with the orange gassy glowof another wet night…...
https://cerealaftersex.com/2023/01/21/the-air-of-crows/
Crows - A misty green jungle glow leaves me melancholy high at mid-morning sigh the curtains in the kitchen hold back the ashen stare of this cell block.
Photo by Sebastiaan Stam on Pexels.com Beauty is in basketslying all over the worlda tumbler of goodwilla shot glass of decencylined along the barof distant scars the marathon jubileepounds the ribbon strips grayacross bridgesand country laneslaced with the structure of Big BrotherNostradamus and Orwellian patriotsrolling pool balls across the lawn…...
https://cerealaftersex.com/2023/01/20/red-rubber-concerto/
Beauty is in baskets lying all over the world a tumbler of goodwill a shot glass of decency lined along the bar of distant scars the marathon jubilee pounds.
I went to the place of high sands,the place of paper wasps swarming around my heartlooking to sting, to puncture another holein my already bruised organ.I walked among the hibernating cottonwoodsand the mulberry bush lapped by the setting sunI saw a great owl rise quick from his postand the noise and speed startled me, really startled me…...
I went to the place of high sands, the place of paper wasps swarming around my heart looking to sting, to puncture another hole in my already bruised organ.
Monster Magnet is playing the song Space Lord as they ride a green comet around the planet....
One million beings ring the rings of Saturn while one million more stands in the stuffy queue for a chance to eat mediocre breakfast for infinity.
“I’m not going to the airport!” he protests. “Not when there’s elves attacking the city.”...
Elves. A dark hotel room in a cold Midwest city. The only light there is comes through the love slit in the drapes. The air smells of ghosts, gin, and God.
I am an anonymous donorspreading my seed of grief across the worldand I might as well be blindfor all I see is black,the rubber room menacerotating on some wobbly wheeland my gifts have all been opened by other peopleand I sit and watch in a pile of gold paperremembering the uncle who shot himself…...
I am an anonymous donor spreading my seed of grief across the world and I might as well be blind for all I see is black, the rubber room menace a wobbly wheel.
Censor me still-lifetake my Tomah Graphswimming in the Hollywood Holiday Inn poolnow drowning in a pool of my ownpainful frustrations and jittersuninvited guests in the gray of nightthis brain hurts like cinema for Alexhave another stick of chewing gumanother stick of dynamite to ease the griefyou so gallantly feel at this moment…...
Censor me still-life, take my Tomah Graph, swimming in the Hollywood Holiday Inn pool, jitters in the gray of night, this brain hurts like cinema for Alex.
Winter's weight and dust galoreEyes heavy in the pain of dawncheekbones achewhiskey madness takes its tollon an ever-building mint bridge to heaven, scars, delusionsI'd be cutting the lawnif there were a lawn to cutI'd be drinking soda drops and popsif I wasn't a ghostsuch a ghostwalking through wallswading in the stalls…...
Winter's weight and dust galore Eyes heavy in the pain of dawn cheekbones ache whiskey madness takes its toll on an ever-building mint bridge to heaven.
With bloodWith guiltI scurry beneath yet another moon,another field of grassesswaying in a nighttime breezehowling and empty,like a heart away from silver rains,a fate too hard to swallowforce fed, like a bullet from God,like a train feeding on my gutsand sleep so distant now,dreams too clear and bold,the unreality called to bandage my reality…...
With blood With guilt With fury I scurry beneath another moon, another field of grass swaying in a nighttime breeze howling and empty, like a heart away rain.
An anguished chill hurts the night kingthe moans of traffic dissect the interstatelonely bellows of travelers of midnight passageand me, well meI don't really even know where I am, who I am, why I amsome windy, flattened palaceof stone and glass and flickering neonand I a statue filled with blood and painrolling through my nightmares in dirty sheets…...
An anguished chill hurts the night king the moans of traffic dissect the interstate lonely bellows of travelers of midnight passage and me, well me.
He got out of the truck and went closer to the water. It looked like a mirror with the way the light was shining down on it. He craned his neck up to look at the ivory disk and then he just started to scream like an animal....
The dining of the great meal took place casually in chairs and on a soft sofa in the living room at the home of Veronica Eyes in Berlin, Wyoming.
When you want to be someonebut no one knows who you really arewhen you're living in the wormthat lives in your own bellydrinking dirtand eating poison winecrying to livelaughing to dieand everything insidevanishesand you feel likeyou're living in a Neverlandwith a never hatand a never coatand you've spent every dime you ever had…...
And everything inside vanishes, and you feel like you're living in Neverland with a never hat and a never coat and you've spent every dime you ever had wasting.
The party was to be held at the home of the mysterious Veronica Eyes. She had eyes that didn’t look human. They were orange, almost. He wondered what she thought of him....
In the Wyoming wilds of tumbling grief, out beyond the city of no fame or purpose, just broken lives in boxes and a withering menagerie of amenities and gravy.
The trees were immense and varied, the works of genius minds and artists, somehow altered by chemical gravity to bloom quickly like a porcelain doll with animal organs....
It was the crowning achievement of our outpost, varied places of warmth and green and the colors of the gardens back on Earth combined — the Crowns of Pluto.
Nashville, TN
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