/lit/ - Literature

it’s another wacky, amateur 3D animation episode :)))

All the girls went skinny dipping into the pool at the backyard, it a was a piping-hot bowl of cereal

>>10928114
her pussy felt like a piping hot bowl of cereal on a winter morning

>>10928114
>He ate a piping-hot bowl of cereal.
You know not all cereal is eaten cold, right?

>>10928114
>I am the yeast of thoughts and mind
What did he mean by this?

You’re gonna be my lucky charm
Ima give you a big ol’ bowl of fuck
On yo tittays

she rejoiced in the havoc she created,the atmosphere of perpetually impending storm which was the breath of life to both of them; a piping-hot bowl of cereal sat on the table.

As I kissed her neck with care, my hands fiddled in the dark to help remove that long silk dress. My fingers glided, slowly, down her smooth back until I felt the resistance of her panties. My palms soon covered her cheeks, then I worked my way around to the front. But like a piping-hot bowl of cereal the penis was not what I expected.

Lotta sexual energy in this thread tonight.
>As I rounded the corner into the trailer's mold ridden kitchen I found Uncle Larry, LSD coercing through his brain, ramming his cock into a piping-hot bowl of cereal."

The folly of using things straight out of the dishwasher is you end up with a piping-hot bowl of cereal for breakfast, hardly a pleasant way to start the day.

A dim light glowed yellow through the lampshade, shining onto the rough brown curtain. I could hear the rain on the roof, I could hear it pattering against the glass of the window. With a heavy blanket over my body, some warm tea, and a piping hot bowl of cereal, I had found a comfort that only a lucky few individuals had truly discovered here on Earth. Curled up simply on the couch, everything was alright.

>>10928295
It's pretty comfy UNTIL the cereal part where it turns to hilarity.

>>10928300
Hahahah I've never heard of a hot bowl of cereal but hey, different strokes for different folks

>>10928295
I liked until the comment of the "I had found a comfort"... too much tell for me.

>>10928311
nigga you never heard of oatmeal?

She was speaking, of course, of the events of the previous night. "A most perilous undertaking of a most sophomoric endeavor," as her husband had explained amidst his bedside search for an emptied flask. She would never forgive him, she thought. And why should she? It might almost have been better to find the girl, herself, in bed with her William. An undergarment leaves far too much to the imagination: rarely can reality compare. And while his shame accounted for his reluctance to admit his relation to this particular whore (likely a student of his), she demanded it all the same. That was her downfall—as a wife, she had to know.

The whole thing made her almost sick. "Keep his balls empty and his belly full," her mother would tell her. At age fifty-two, she knew she was no longer desirable. Women grow ugly as men grow distinguished. She had never argued over this. It was simple biology. Still, the whole thing felt as queer as a piping-hot bowl of cereal on a stifling June midday. And why try to hide it? It was hardly a secret that half of Eton's faculty were fraternizing with girls thirty, forty years their junior. Even the superintendent, whose father ran the local parish, had been known to court a young flower or two. Why would William lie? That's what bothered her most. Why would he lie?

She would never forgive him, but that doesn't mean she couldn't accept him. Why would he lie?

Yeah, I've been reading Virginia Woolf. I fucking hate Virginia Woolf.

>>10928316
das fair das fair, shoulda stuck closer to the imagery

>>10928318
oh yeah youre right bro i never thought of that cause i just call it oatmeal

>>10928114
I turned to the counter. Grabbed a bowl from the cabinet. Opened my half-stale off-brand frosted flakes and poured until I feared an overflow. In the fridge, as expected: no milk. Knowing the ways of poverty as I did, I simply ran my crammed bowl under the kitchen faucet and watched the rust-colored water across the flakes. The taste and odor simply would not do, so I reached behind me and grabbed a teabag from the shelf. Cold tea was also a no-go, so I covered my bowl with a paper towel and placed it in the microwave. After watching the endless spinning for one minute and forty-five seconds, I removed the bowl and grabbed a spoon. Then I sat down to enjoy my masterpiece: a piping-hot bowl of cereal.

>>10928114
Why do we always eat cereal cold? Why can't we ever eat a piping-hot bowl of cereal?

>>10928148
He's the keeper of the books in the basement. Books are like yeast to grow a mind.

>>10928427
swavvledobbleshweevelgivalglab

>>10928418
#hotcerealmatters

>>10928114
His piping-hot bowl of cereal was like a piping-hot bowl of cereal

>>10928114
"Order up, one hot, pipping hot bowl of cereal and a glass of lukewarm hot coffee" mom said most spunkily as always. Breakfast was served, but my heart was empty, from losing my cat, it's been gone all night. I also have a tummy ache and I do r know what a hot pipings bowl of cereal would do to me, I just don't know. Maybe I don't care anymore, thoughts and prayers.

Another day, another small death waiting for me in the usual piping-hot bowl of cereal. The messages lately have been more boisterously cryptic, more or less just word salad all garbled together; transmissions from dead crazy people. But it is what I have to do, being the only remaining heir to this, crazy cereal message entity. I don't know what happens if the message goes unread, that it were to fall on deaf ears would that cause some reality shattering paradox? It's only a piping-hot bowl of cereal after all. I've eaten thousands. They all taste the same way regardless of the message displayed, so why panic? Just interpret the message and eat the piping-hot bowl of cereal.

>>10928457
learn to use commas you fuck

>>10928479
I use commas however I please, you dirt poor brainlet. Who do you even think you are to criticize me? You can't hold a candle to the sun, get over yourself.

>>10928114
"Ahhhh fuck! I truly hate being alive!" I exclaimed, throwing off the sheets I had spent so many unfortunate nights in. Slithering from my bed, I stubbed my toe on the nightstand I had found in the home of an old woman. She had been asleep, and I rather thought she hadn't even noticed it's absence. Feeling the pang of hunger, I paused, deliberating. What would go well on such an awful winter morning? Standing with crossed arms, I stared out the window of my fourth-story apartment, smirking at the poor bastards who were forced to live on the third. As I gloated, the perfect answer came to me. A piping-hot bowl of cereal, with a side of green quinoa and duck liver.

>>10928114
My vagina

like a piping

hot bowl of cereal

on mamas kitchen table

gives every ouey gooey period

a feeling of home

-Rupi Kaur

>>10928510
that is disgustingly beautiful thank you for that

If it did so please him, he'd prefer the use of conscrescne in his breakfast--where else did eggs and milks and all forms of a sunny day's belly come from but into a bowl? "UNTO A PIPING HOT CEREAL BOWL," he did say so directly to Sol, "COME UN YA HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY SUN, SUNNEH." If it weren't for the peasant plows, the pleasant cows, the GTD tows, where else would he be? Would he, no no. . . . would he be. . . no. . .would he be eating PASTURIZED?
O me oats, me oats, ye futz,
come u'long, ye, 'fore day puts!
'Und come likea springing seed,
Come, come, comein feed!
Hot, hot, hot, en guilde,
Make me SUNNY ASMILE ASMILE
WoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoo

So they ate. And so it was set. He would be eating cereal again and again after the encounter.

"Too much water." grandpa muttered.

He reached into the microwave and unearthed a waterlogged bowl of overcooked oats.

"Every fucking time."

Later, while posting on 4chan, grandpa replied to your shit thread with more shit, shithead.

>>10928114
Vietnam was like a piping-hot bowl of cereal, bodies were stern about like shredded wheat across that infernal jungle, white phosphorus was pouring down like milk from the sky as I heard the screams of dead men.

Vietnam was like a piping-hot bowl of cereal, bodies were strewn about like shredded wheat across that infernal jungle, white phosphorus was pouring down like milk from the sky as I heard the screams of dead men.

>>10928270
>LSD coercing through his veins
>coercing

I dropped some glass shards into a barrel full of gas, and sent the piping-hot bowl of cereal into the Federal Reserve. Snap, crackle, pop. Domestic terrorism makes for a balanced breakfast.

>>10928570
Makes me think of breakfast

Piping-hot bowl of cereal.

>>10928114
I ate her steamy, disease-ridden puss out like a piping-hot bowl of cereal, the kind that mother used to make

Piping-hot is a crutch adjevtive.

>>10928114
As an inhuman negroid screech resounded shatteringly through the chamber, Edgar's lips tensed as if wrapping around an invisible piping-hot bowl of cereal.

>>10928510
Very nice.

>>10928114
He's still spooning me as I stare daftly into the beams burning digits into my retinas. 1:37 AM it reads. His phallus has softened but he has not receded from inside of me. I can feel his heart beat from the inside of my moist cavity. The texture that was once comparable to a piping-hot bowl of cereal has degraded to that of a stale pot of grits. I would very much like to clean this filth from my flesh, but cannot stand to disturb him. He, who is my everything, yet everything about our communion means nothing to the world outside of this bedroom.

>>10928319
this isn't bad

Bartholomew struggled against the ropes binding him, to no avail. He screamed and thrashed against his bonds with all the energy he had left, a last desperate hail mary, and he was spent. He looked on with grim resignation at the pot of stew the cannibals were preparing in front of him and his mind flooded with memories of his childhood home, his mother, the piping hot bowl of cereal she would make every Sunday before service, and then nothing.

>>10928114
It was the best of times, it was the pipping-hot bowl of cereal of times

>>10929034
That´s not even a sentence, pleb.

>>10928114
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no piping-hot bowl of cereal in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.

Only one enemy remained; two if you counted the pipping-hot bowl of cereal

>>10929034
piping-hot team of creme

>>10930825
peeping-hot bowl of cereal

>>10930796
>2018
>rules of grammar

>>10928446
Wow

>>10928114
For sale; piping-hot bowl of cereal. Bowl not included.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a piping-hot bowl of cereal.

In that empty corner, where the light bulbs make the room darker, the stench of the flowers, exhaling their repugnant breath into the air, give the pallet of the room a grim tone. In that empty corner, you sit yourself in the posture of a vulture, waiting patiently for something to die so you can feast on its carcass, and revel in the taste, like a piping-bowl of hot cereal. A fate, a life, reserved only for something as vile as what have you let yourself become. Hollow, empty, and as welcoming as that vast void you have created in your image.

what tem am i

Just after lunch, Ward came over to my desk. Always said he liked "being in the trenches" with us, instead of his office, mostly meant making the rounds, making inane small talk. Stood there behind me in silence at first, waiting for me to turn around. Some weird dominance game I learned to tune out. Cleared his throat and crossed his arms.
"Hey Tanner, just wanted to know how the copy was coming along," Ward said. "I know you had some reservations about it, just thought I'd check in."
I lingered on the silence, glanced at him over my shoulder.
"I'll be honest, man, you're not giving me much to work with. This new slogan is super clunky."
Ward unfolded his arms, leaned against the cubicle.
"I understand why you feel that way," he said. Scratched his forehead. "But the focus testing we've done shows that these phrases do the best with our demographic."
"So what?" I said. "It sounds dumb to me. 'Warm up your morning up with a piping-hot bowl of cereal?' I have to write an entire 30-second spot around this? Who wants piping-hot oatmeal? Why not just warm?"
Ward sighed, paused for effect.
"This isn't up for debate, Tanner. We have all the parts, and just need you to put it together. You've done good work for us before, can you please just have something we can start with by the aftern--"
Extremely loud thud cut Ward off. Entire office building rumbled for a few seconds, then stopped. Foam tile fell from the ceiling. Cubicle wall swayed.
"The fuck was that?" Ward said.
Loud, horrible piercing sound droned for a few seconds. Then silence. Then enormous, grandfatherly voice:
"WARM UP YOUR MORNING WITH A PIPING-HOT BOWL OF CEREAL"
Had a homely, southern accent. Ward cupped his hands over his ears. I did too.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Ward shouted. I looked at him, shrugged.
"WARM--"
"WARM UP YOUR--"
"WARM UP YOUR MORNING WITH A PIPING-HOT BOWL OF CER--"
Then screeching sound again, louder this time. Ward started screaming. Kinda lost it. Screeching got louder and louder.
"WARM UP--"
"WARM--"
"WA--"
"WARM--"
"WARM UP YOUR--"
"WUH--"
"WUH--"
"WUUUUUUUUH--"
Voice stopped. Ward was still screaming a second after. Ward stopped. Office silent for a minute, then overhead intercom chimed.
"Uh, sorry everyone. Audio team here. We were testing out some equipment and had a malfunction. Not really sure what happened. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Intercom clicked off. Ward looked at me wide-eyed a few seconds, sort of nodded and left me alone.

>>10928114
He ate her booty like it was a piping-hot bowl of cereal.

Baby shoes; never worn but used for a bowl of piping hot cereal

>>10928114
"I woke up in the morning to find a man's ejaculate in my piping-hot bowl of cereal, I knew what the substance in my cereal was due to the watery texture the ejaculate had taken after being scolded, I was also not unfamiliar to the taste of semen." - OP

>>10928114
"I was still too tired while multi-tasking my coffee and cereal in the morning i accidentally ate a piping-hot bowl of cereal instead."
Are you not entertained?

>>10933383
t. team creme

>>10928114
She placed a steaming bowl of Corn Flakes in front of me. I said, "Who the fuck eats a piping-hot bowl of cereal? This isn't oatmeal."

>>10928114

The mentally handicapped man I support does, in fact, enjoy a bowl of piping-hot cereal for breakfast each morning. That's what he calls his oatmeal.

>>10928191
oh no

>>10928114
Stavoise emptied the contents of his pocket into the small earthenware bowl. Crushed Cheerios spilt all over the counter and left coarse, sugary dust on his hands.
"I've got half a mind to BOIL my breakfast, like a man! Who am I to consume this hearty meal cold".
A pot of water was already steaming on his cheap, blue camping stove and Stavoise flicked his cigarette into the simk before gripping the pots handle and sloshing boilng water into the small earthenware bowl.
"Ahh mon frere" Stavoise always affected a French accent when he was cooking, "delicioso, a piping hot bowl of cereal". He smacked his leathery old lips and slowly eased a spoonful into his wet mouth.

>>10928114
Arid of the tongue, and enamored
Desirous magnet flapping like a parrot
I want fresh cereal to couple with m'sausage
Hotness of fluid, usually stays in m'appendage
Suck up the milk, those gills of grain soaked,
And if only I could convulse in dome of grain toad
I would devour so intense, white silking sowing fills
To conjure unspeakable, the piping-hot bowl of cereal

>>10928114
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>>10928114
I sat in front of the piping-hot bowl of cereal. The piping hot nature of the cereal was odd, as it was cold cereal, with cold milk. It began it fly up in the are, hovered, and demanded sacrifices in a gravely voice.

>>10928114
Piping hot biwl of cereal poo poo pee pee braaaaap BRAAAAP LOL fuvin reading is is for gaysex losers who like in it the bumb BRAAAAAAP fucking homos I can't wait to kill you on the day of the rope lolll

>>10928114
Make a post without using a normalfag meme
If you can't, you're a shit person.

>>10928114
Six grams of phenibut swigged down with a warm glass of water and followed by a piping-hot bowl of cereal. I was twelve minutes late and had not taken a shower for the second day in a row. My car key was still not attached to the key chain.

>>10928418
Do Americans really eat cereal with cold milk? It sounds awful.

>>10928114
The pleasant smell of maple sugar filled the room as Rose worked her magic, and within minutes, the two of them were sitting down to a piping hot bowl of cereal.

>>10928191
Bad ending

>>10932813
This is a terrible fuckin post, senpai

>>10928114
I like my oatmeal hot, and a little bit running. That piping hot bowl of cereal is the only thing I have to look forward to every morning.

>>10928114
It was hot, steaming-hot. Not the bowl, but the cereal itself. Hell, I would have lapped it up then and there. It was my all-time favourite; it was a piping-hot bowl of cereal.

Crusted uncles in three piece suits, patched with fabrics of polkadot, pinstripe, animal motives, whatever handkerchief or tablecloth fell into a crazed seamstress' hands, faces buried in ulcers. "Ey poppa, you got any shmack left?" she would say, "A spoonful and I'll rub you down." "Piping-hot bowl of cereal!" they would answer, "I'm not in the mood for continuing this story."

She materialized at the foot of the carpeted stairs, looking like an image out of Dorothy Parker, squinting there in the morning sunlight, delicate as a dust mote. He panicked and stared into the pot, stirring it needlessly, while groping for something to say.
"You might want to hold off on the porridge; it's piping hot"
"Bowl of cereal? We've got lots," she offered, opening the pantry door to show off a colorful array of boxes -- Corn Pops, Cap'n Crunch, Grape Nuts.
He felt a pang of envy. Saying nothing, he filled a mug with water from the tap and dumped it over the dying basil plant on the windowsill above the sink.

Week followed week, and every marginal moment separating us from that encounter drew ourselves towards further separation. I had my own guilts, of course, but I was distracted by his exceedingly erratic behavior. It was a slow process starting with banal arguments about dish soap, morning partings and evening greetings in which a violent hostility underlied sweet words and gestures, long solitary walks in oppressively cold and dark nights, passive aggressive takeout meals eaten in solitude or an equivalent silence. I wouldn't let him have my body, why should I after what happened? But the entire time I didn't need to look under the table to notice his stiffness, it permeated and hardened his being. His speech was rigid staccato spurts of monosyllables, his jaw never slackened, his eyes penetrated at every moment, and his laughter and smile flitted between force and restraint. I spent enough time thinking about sex myself, but I soon couldn't help linking it to his erratic outbursts after I decided to take lunch at home one day and entered the kitchen to his pale ass and pink testicles as he was lost within himself piping a hot bowl of cereal on our kitchen table. In his embarrassment, as oats still clung to his small and seemingly more ashamed member, there was a small gentle glint in his eye as if he hoped I might find him appetizing. I resolved to eat lunch at my desk instead, but lost in my bafflement I allowed my bread bowl to get cold and soggy. He wasn't at dinner that night.

>>10928114
raindrops
drop tops
smoking on cookie in the hotbox
fuckin on your bitch she a thot thot
cookin up dope in the crockpot
got a bowl of Malt-o and its hot hot

we came from nothin to somethin nigga
i don't trust nobody grip on the trigga
piping-hot bowl of cereal nigga
call up the gang they come and get you
cry me a river give you a tissue

In the blackest days, the man begins his amorphous wake through the blighted blinds. His movement, incessant to a burrowed disease, causes his legs to buckle, as if impressive weight grew immediately. The nonexistent Sol burnt through his window'd eyes, as he crawled onto the tabled ritual, preparing for his foretold meal: a piping-hot bowl of cereal, fleeced with strung meat, flowed in half-liquid ingredients.

>>10928270
you fucked up

There was a bowl of piping hot Jackie Chan.

>>10937690
That's what I was going for, a shock ending emphasized by different phraseology

>>10928114
She was watching him. He realized he was holding her panties and dropped them like a piping hot bowl of cereal.

>>10928114
Somewhere on the surface of his skin, bacteria sweltered or lounged under the warm wet steam rising from the piping-hot bowl of cereal Rufus was stirring. He wondered which. He wondered whether the scent of apples and cinnamon sent millions of tiny tentacled brutes into a frenzy in widening fields of open pores. His glasses were fogging. Polishing them with a handkerchief, he noticed how silent the house was - only the hiss of steam, the low gurgling of oats, and the swish of Chaucer's tail on the floor as the bushy brown cat stared intently through the glass panels in the door - watching the robins bathing in the puddles outside. "A masochist's hobby. Perhaps I ought to hire someone for cleaning," he thought, "then this house wouldn't be so darn quiet." But Rufus' house didn't need cleaning any more than he did and he knew it. The main floor on Monday - dusted, swept, mopped, polished; the linens on Tuesday - washed, aired, and folded; shutters repainted twice a season - everything done in its proper order at its proper time. Rufus envied the bacteria.

>>10933243
This is good. I like you.

>>10928114
I just love oatmeal. There is nothing quite like a piping-hot bowl of cereal to start the morning.

I go online, hoping to find some literature to stimulate my brain. All I found was a piping hot bowl of cereal...

Waking up to a loud crash rarely means something good is happening. It’s never “CRASH! Mom made a piping-hot bowl of cereal!” or “CRASH! We decided to adopt a Golden Retriever!”

>>10940622
You write like a faggot.

>>10940686
Impressive. You must have read a lot of homosexual literature to tell it on site.

>>10928191
Well done

>>10941641
Well I do browse 4chan

Crash! Mom made a piping-hot bowl of cereal.

He turned from the counter and stared at her as she ate. He fixated on the back of her neck, thinking it looked like an old weathered cactus, it's needles all broken off and embedded into his hand before he knew what she was. Before he could stop himself he had hold of it and slammed her face down into her piping-hot bowl of cereal. He could see the murky slurry of her porridge turn pink, then red, as though he had only plopped a couple of berries into it instead. He didn't seem to mind her little prickles now as she thrashed and was even a little sad when she stopped.

>>10939223
Too damn heavy-handed. Why are you using Sol?

"You don't have to tell me what happened, but you do have to eat this", as I hand her a piping-hot bowl of cereal.

>>10928114
She farted in my piping-hot bowl of cereal, I ate the cereal, fart and all.

>>10928418
It would hurt.

>>10928114
Numbering the days always seemed pointless. The weather and the bird singing outside the window hinted that several months, or more than a year, had gone by, and he mused upon this during the seconds it took to strike three more times with his hammer. His machine was now finished. The pride he felt surely matched his own creation's greatness. Soon his excitement shifted to eagerness, and he began the preparations. Now he found himself overly concerned with time, but it did not exceed his concern for caution as perfection was something he considered a quality of his own. Yes. William Loof's. As he filled the vat he noted that his breakfast preparer required a slightly thicker cope to dampen the clanking and groaning noise inside. No matter. His genius invention would doubtlessly receive offers of funding from all directions when he presented it, giving him freedom to improve it and make it more compact. William walked over to the machine's end, operated it and saw the bowl he inserted disappear inside on the conveyor belt. Soon a bowl of breakfast goodness smoothly arrived at the front and just as it reached the end a spoon sprang forth. Perfect.

As William rejoiced he felt hunger and without missing a beat he grabbed a spoonful of the cereal. "Fuck Ford!" he cursed as he spat out the milky cereal and lost grip of the spoon. It was hot. Piping hot. It was a piping hot bowl of cereal. His mood turned from surprise to anger as quickly as his confusion turned to shame. The absurdity of the temperature of the milk was not nearly as absurd as the notion of his own ignorance of how it came to be. William glanced at his creation. Every part had his touch, yet how had it become completely alien to him? He considered uncovering the mystery, yet the vigour with which he had always tackled obstacles could not be sensed. That thing. Doubt crept up William's spine and swept through his mind. Just while ago it exuded an air of grand promises, and now looked it looked dreadfully oversized and heavy. Perhaps heavy enough to drag its creator down and undo him. William soon knew how many days it took to travel to his parents.

I don't normally like oatmeal, but from time to time I enjoy a piping-hot bowl of cereal. Normally I simply go for some Frosted Flakes or Cheerios. It's much more easy to prepare cold cereal. However, when it's cold out hot cereal can really hit the spot.

>>10945025
holy shit. underrated