"The Cereal Chronicle" Part 2

Part 1 

I woke up sore on a bed made out of Shredded Mini Wheats and a pillow made out of Grape Nuts. I pulled myself off the bed, and try to move when I felt something stopping me. I looked down, and found my ankle chained with a chain made out of Cheerios that is buried deep inside a wall made out of Corn Flakes. I began to think this is their prison when I hear someone moaning, "Sugar! Sugar! My soul for a spoon of sugar!"

I tried to look out the door, but I couldn't reach it. I sat back down on the bed and sighed. The King imprisoned me, even though I was told I'm here to save his kingdom. I wonder what happened when I was knocked out by The Trix Rabbit. I went from being their savior to being a prisoner. I had to find a way to escape from here before I end up dying down here in this hellish room of adult cereals.

As I sat there, I felt something snapped inside me. I let out a horrifying scream as my entire body began shaking. The bed snapped beneath me, and I landed on the floor. I looked down, and saw my skin melting into black feathers. My toes began growing large talons as they slowly turned into yellow-scaled bird's feet, causing the chains to snap. My scream turned into what sounded like a rooster crowing.

I pulled myself off the floor, and ran over to the window. I looked in awe as there's a giant beak in front of my eyes. I glanced out the window and see the sun is rising. I crowed again, causing someone to holler out, "It's back! The Rooster Lord has returned!"

I tried to turn around, but my head hit the top of the roof. I crowed again, this time, I bust through the roof, causing the prison cell to collapse around me. I kept crowing as the remains of the cell kept shrinking. Before long, I was looking over the castle wall, which was easily a good 50 feet. I don't know what I took, or what they gave me, but it turned me into a giant chicken.

I heard a voice shout, "It worked! It worked! Sam's reign of terror is going down!"

I looked down and saw Lucky the leprechaun doing an Irish jig on top of the wall. "What have you done?" I yelled out.

"To beat Sam, we needed the anti-cereal! Eggs!" he shouted.

I sighed as I said out loud, "I'm a giant cock in a world made out of cereal. Can things get any worse?"

Lucky jumped onto the back of a Buzzbee and said, "Follow us, and we will show you how bad things are."

Random Thoughts 10/19/13

Would it be wrong to steal a bong while wearing a thong only to break it on a gong owned by a man named Wong in the middle of downtown Hong Kong while singing some random Nirvana song?

Would it be bad to drink Jack while smoking crack despite being under attack for burning the enemy's shack and eating their children’s' snack while trying to sneak back before they steal your Cracker Jacks and your bunk mate eats your Apple Jacks during a nasty sandstorm in Iraq?

Wouldn't it be great to be stoned while cranking "Bad To The Bone" inside your brand new expensive home and you call Hugh Hefner on the phone and he says 5 bunnies can be loaned as long as you don't make their clones and you wake up your entire time zone from one loud massive groan?

"World War 3 -Confusion"

Woke up in a state of total confusion
My mind is racing madly with fear
All my nerves are tightly pulled
My body is a bomb; pull the trigger
Laying in a dark and damp room
The only light is from a hole in the ceiling
Been resting on a pile of old clothes
And a pillow made of burlap and moss
The image of a cloud over a metropolis
The only thing I can see before my eyes
I close them and try to recall anything
I just lie there and can’t recall a fucking thing
My name, where I live, not a God damned thing
I raise my hands to my head and begin to scream
My arms are not human but are steel and copper
I get up with a metallic creak and walk over to the light
What I saw makes my mind go fucking numb
I was no longer a man but a damn machine
They made me into a thing without a soul
My entire body replaced with cybernetic parts
The only thing still original, I hope, is my brain
Yet my brain is useless since I can’t recall jack shit
I have to get out of this God forsaken room right now
I have to learn what in the hell has happened to me
I walk over to the door and break it with a single punch
As I walk out, a single guard points a M-16 in my face
“Where in the hell do you think you’re going?”he demands
I grab his gun and bend the barrel downwards
I reach out and lift him up by the throat off the floor
“I have one question.” I demand. “What year is it now?”
“The year is roughly 2078. Seventy-three years since the Holocaust.
We found you a year ago in a cryogenics lab outside the Territory of York.”
“Territory Of York? Cryogenics lab? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“We found your body frozen in the lab in the remains of New York City.
The Territory Of York is what the ruling clan calls the New York City area.”
I let him go and fall to the floor, my mind confused as hell
I been out for almost a decade, frozen in a damn freezer
Did I go into that freezer as a man or a damn machine?
Shit, why can’t I recall a single fucking memory at all!
Is my mind still frozen after all those damn years or what?
Which makes me wonder is if I was ever a human at all?
I need answers, but I don’t know where to seek them
The guard walks over to me cautiously and stands next to me
Pistol drawn on me, yet fear is burning brightly in his eyes
 I look at him,“Look I ain’t going to kill ya, okay? Just got disorientated.
Can you tell me one thing to ease my trouble mind, please, I beg you!”
He keeps the pistol pointed at my right temple despite my plea
He is still sacred shitless from me bending the barrel of his M-16
Ironically, I the one scared to death for I have no fucking clue who I am
Yet he’s acting all brave with a gun pointed at my head, like I care
I don’t have a life anyways, I’m a damn machine created by man
My life is to serve my heartless creators like a good slave should
Rather just have this guard put a slug into my head and end it
There has to be someone who knows me in this wretched place
Or at least give me a clue to shed some light on who the fuck I am
“Go ahead, put a damn slug into my head and end it my fucking pathetic life
I’ll just die a useless robot that failed to serve his master’s request anyway.”
“Actually, you have no master and aren’t a robot,” an old raspy voice chirps in
I look up and see an elderly man hiding behind a white hood over his face
“Follow me and I show you the path to the answers you are seeking, my confused friend.
Hurry up though; the path is made of fine sand caught in a mighty gust of wind.
If you fail to take this first step, the clues you long for will be lost in the desert.
Follow me and learn the past that you want to recall, but you must be warned.
The path that you seek is not a clear trail; it is filled with chaos and destruction.
When you learn of your past, you might regret what you have done in the past.
Are you sure you want to know? If so, follow me so we can speak in private.”
 I follow him down the hall, taking the first steps into my destiny
Whatever happens is better than not knowing the truth about me

Blogging Vs Social Media

As today's society tries to summarize life in 200 or less characters, I find myself rejecting this notion. Realizing that I can't summarize my life into such a small amount, I find there are three major reasons why I'm using this blog more and more to post my innermost thoughts instead of social networking sites. The first reason is social sites are fads. The second one is I don't have to censor myself as much. Finally, I have total freedom of expression here.

Yes, I see most social network sites as a fad. They come and go. When one becomes too big, another one rises, and everyone moves to the new one. An example of this is Myspace. I had one, but once Facebook took off, I deleted Myspace and strictly went Facebook. I know there's Google+, but I don't want to maintain two sites that do the same thing, Plus, there's been days I've been tempted to delete Facebook because to be honest, I get bored with it.

The second is here, I find myself not censoring my thoughts as much on here as I do on social sites. This blog is labeled as adult content for that reason. There are some topics I will avoid, but anything I do post here, I'm not going to tone down in fear of offending someone. If you don't like it, either comment or go somewhere else. A blog isn't about being popular, but a way to express your deepest dreams and ideas for the world to share.

The third one is total freedom of expression. I don't have to worry about character restrictions, word counts, etc, etc. If I wanted to, I could post my entire novel on here, and it would post. I have a Twitter, but find it annoying for I can't find myself typing out 140 characters expression how I feel some days. Facebook at time had a 420-word limit, but not any more (Tested it today with a six page, 15000 character post which I did delete). Then again, when you post a long topic, it shrinks it down with the continue reading link, and most people won't read it.

I will conclude this by saying that I find myself posting random ideas and/or stories on here more and more with each passing day for social sites are too restrictive, and won't be around forever like some sites. Also, I enjoy the fact that if you're reading this, I'm not doing for some type of popularity contests. I'm posting this for I enjoyed writing it no matter how random it seems. If you're reading this and hate it, move on for there's no unfriending here. Some times, it's better to think differently, and find better outlets to express yourself then worrying about what your social sites think about it. Not everything you do in life is popular, but all that matters is you feel like it was the right choice, and made you happy.

"Life"

In life, it's not the number of gold stars you get, but the fact you did the best you could do, and took pride in the job you did. You bear the scars on your body and your soul from all your hard work, but your heart showed that all your handwork has paid off in the end. You might not had a million dollar car or an expensive house, but what you had was yours, you fought to earn them, and no man can take away that fact. The greatest treasure a man should have cherished was the hardworking spirit he possessed, and never the size of his bank account. A legacy a man leaves behind will outlast money, and will inspire future generations. 

"The Cereal Chronicle" Part 1

So, I woke up this morning floating on a spoon raft in a pond full of Lucky Charms. I looked around, and saw Toucan Sam in a marshmallow tree shaking in panic for Tony The Tiger was climbing up the trunk while snarling, "Toucans taste ggreeaattt!"

Before Tony got to the branch, Frankenberry grabbed him by the tail, and threw him into a pit of Rice Krispies next to the pond. I almost winced when I heard a snap, crackle, and then a loud pop that silenced the tiger's roaring.

Sam looked down at Frankenberry and cackled,” Now that tiger won't stop my plans to rule Cerealopia!"

As he flew off, Frankenberry stomped off into the forest following the toucan while singing, "The tiger is dead and the bird will wear a crown upon its head!"

I paddled the spoon to the shore where I'm greeted by The Trix Rabbit who pops out from behind a mound of Cocoa Puffs. He told me to follow him while pointing towards a mountain made out of Honey Combs. Considering I just witnessed a tiger be killed, I reluctantly follow the rabbit. I figured it would be safer to follow him then find out what else is lurking out here.

We made our way through the marshmallow forest to a river of chocolate milk. On the other side stood The Nesquik Bunny holding a grapefruit spoon. Next to him is Count Chocola holding a steak knife. They both glare at me as I approached the bridge made out of Little Debbie Nutty Bars.

"He's with me," announced Twix as he stepped onto the bridge.

"Sure he's not one of Sam's?" questioned Nesquik with an angry look on his face while glaring at me.

"Yes. He was summoned here by King Vitamin himself," replied Twix.

"He better vatch his step," stated Count as he lowered his knife. "After vhat happened vith Captain Crunch, I don't trust anyone."

Twix points at me and announced,” He will lead us to victory. Lucky foretold of his summoning this last night. He saw the signs in his magical bowl of Sugar Smacks."

My jaw dropped at this point. I was sent to this dimension of breakfast cereals because something a leprechaun saw in a cereal bowl. I began questioning what did I smoke last night before bed. It's been ages since I had a hit of weed, but if I did take something last night, I should sell it for it's some really good stuff. It also made me question what sanity I still had because if I'm not dreaming this, and I'm sober, I should spend some time in a padded room.

Nesquick and Count finally stepped to the side, and motioned for me to cross. I followed Trix to a cave in Honey Comb Mountain. He stopped as the entrance, and pulled out a sugar packet. He frowned as he ripped it open, and pours it on my head. The last thing I remembered before the world fading to black was him stating, "I'm sorry, but King's orders. Until we are sure who you are, we can't have you knowing the way to the castle."