Abstract Face Drawing- "Geometric Face"

This is a rendering of a human face that comes from my influence of geometry.
It's the kind of artwork that likely doesn't have excessive color.
Originality is with the molding, not exactly the color.
I think it's better to release more original works with less color than it is to put out a work with a lot of unoriginal colors.
If there's lots of original colors to a work of art, that can be great if the molding itself is generally unique and spiritual.
Why not consider a drawing as a molding?
Here, there's original color if you consider that I used the exact color of an actual black marker with use of the computer's painting application.
My original drawing is good, but this computer rendering of my drawing makes it more steep and shallow and it doesn't hurt my eyes.
You're welcome to comment!
Remember, art comes from all sources.
Art is not a teacher's mere idea of performance but the performing quality of any temperament.
Of course, just because it's art doesn't mean that it's good art.
To understand art, you need to conjure stipulations in talk on performance.
Teachers who don't make art themselves out of anything aren't teachers but merely workers.
Sorry, I know I had that "teacher" in art class at a public school, but since she didn't make art, she wasn't a teacher but instead a worker.
Well that gets rid of the importance of about half of your public school teachers: half are just workers, others are masters.
I'm lecturing on this, but this is great practice for me on criticism.
It's so sad that bad people end up stuck with dire jobs because they could've tuned up their reason on life.
Capitalism or communism, those mediocre workers don't want to work a lot for a little.
Too bad; pleasure could've lead them somewhere if taste was just determined.
"I work because I have to" isn't reason but a trick, some quip of a fool who doesn't want to build up on any creative action.
Try out some art, folks!
Maybe you'll quit softly and come back rejuvenated.


I call this piece "Geometric Face".
Please consider getting a hard copy of this drawing in the form of canvas on Deviant Art.
http://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Geometric-Face-695872311

Tennis Poem- "Electric Freedom"

"Electric Freedom"

A star is to begin from cattle transgression on
forced love with folding signal at manual strength
above my third courage, when I favor target
as iron to roar these waving goals on tropical
organization of familiarities, changed help towards
quality or complaint against reflected search
as thirst over greeting when melancholy about
storms withholds through diagonal peace without
Canadian plays.



*This is a poem about some of the top tennis players on television.



https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tennis
See page for author [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

VHS Review, Sesame Street 3 Stories

VHS Review, Sesame Street 3 Stories

This is an 80’s tape cassette of three fictional stories from Sesame Street with relatively still frames of fantastic adventures.  Of course, just because I have the same ideas as somebody else doesn’t mean that I have the same quality of speech.  In particular, there’s my reality against the still-frame cartoons which invite spiritual contemplation.  There’s mine against somebody else’s.  Who can be opposed to the Great Cookie Thief when a mother carries a VHS tape in a basket for somewhere within the nation, or still from confusion during the epic lies of Big Bird as he arrives in my living room with a frozen mouth?  I’m talking exaggerated childhood, something as warm as ice.  Whether we can’t we see pictures between gingersnap talks or a broken violet for a green grouch is beyond estimation because my life revolved around an old desert where a screen missing virtual reality pardoned my appetite.  How can I be such a terrible guess for an intruding bird near the country worm’s apple before pulling cheese from the cupboard, watching YouTube for streaming features, or digging up VHS tapes out of the fossils in my garage?  I’ll tell you why: it’s because a video presentation on VHS can resemble a mirage, one with vague stability and roaring tape, that convolutes poetry until some philosophy is no longer in the air.  That’s a vacuum.  It’s basically eighties with these three stories; each tale acts as a book with consumed voices so surreal cartoons are only conceptualized at a given timeframe.  Quite possibly I’m on a limb here when I say that Big Bird’s feathers cross into the wind with his sparkled intelligence and that Little Bird may confess so much important criticism on Big Bird’s lovely misinformation.  Upon this very moment, I wash my lips with words that detail nostalgia to its provoking promises even as golf in front of me on television blurs into my mind like a song, strengthening my initial sensations I’ve carried across in big thoughts for garbage in New York and worried out of my staggering mind on positive wishes.  You may guess what some of my wishes resemble on terms of analysis over the past’s advantages.  Let’s mention the Great Cookie Thief.  “He’s sure around any minute with a few of them gingersnaps.”  Nostalgia leaves me with such a wrong quote from a long-nosed character that I forget about pleasure and hone in focus on destiny.  As in, where to go, where’s Mr. Cooper, about a circus master’s stimulation on flying giraffes when Oscar loves broken materials and distinguished wrappers?  Now, as it would’ve been always on passed occasions, a VHS tape occasionally sputters out imprinted tape after it gets a start in a warm machine that turns its wheels to create the illusion of moving reality.  There’s still frames here promising answers to be given on forgotten memories as Washington returns the clothes.

https://youtu.be/OPUUG4L63ws

Restaurant Review for Wienerschnitzel, 1714 West Avenue K Lancaster, CA 93534

Restaurant Review for Wienerschnitzel

1714 West Avenue K

Lancaster, CA 93534

Typically I get some chili dogs and add mustard.  I’ve gone a long way to see Target out and make it for Gamestop, both of which are fairly close to this hotdog restaurant in the mist of summer heat but complement numerous restaurants you can find in an urban desert like Lancaster.  There’s also offices for real estate nearby, so you can get an appraisal like my family is doing before stopping here for various kinds of hotdogs.  In fact, I like putting ketchup on my chili dog as well as mustard and inquire for special fries.  I’m speaking of the city’s urban life as being sort of quiet with lots of nods in order to mention something about the restaurant’s atmosphere, which is both inside and outside the restaurant if you consider the benches and chairs that are spread out in a relaxed place.  It’s true that mistakes happen at this establishment, but the care and authority that workers portray here aren’t worn out to the point of rudeness on my part.  Desserts are served in my desert.  I’m confused about my experience unless I admit new details, although I’m not confused.  The chili here is more like a stew than its competition from Original Tommy’s or lots of the number of Primo Burgers you find in California.  You see, I love going to Wienerschnitzel because of how often they serve unique fries as opposed to McDonald’s who, unless you like eating the same fries over and over, aren’t really serving you many recent dishes.  Mustard can actually taste good with chili on fries even if you pull the corndog from the bag for your pet, which my dad can comment on since he pretty much owns two dogs to share hotdogs and corndogs with.  Our dogs love the food and so do we.  Of course, my dad looks down on the hotdog restaurant’s desserts because of how he’s so familiar with desserts at Denny’s.  I try to get him out of his shell, but, he can be notorious for casual behavior while sitting at a wooden bench for a few chili dogs on the go.  The Drive-Thru at Wienerschnitzel can be amazing because plants around the pick-up window can kind of act as figures that lean on us for commotion.  Sometimes I think plants talk, yet more than a few chili dogs can help me have room for some dessert later since chili acts as hot food for me to wish for something cold.  And no, this isn’t talk to say nothing.  My family goes to the Drive-Thru at times and the lobby at times to keep our minds at bay for different spots so that we delight in more situations for a quick bite.  Let’s see, what can I do?  Well, dad needs a lot of help when choosing desserts and asks me about their particularities.  We often relax when I comment on a broken machine for ice cream and I confess my appetite for candy shakes and tall root beer floats which aid on taste.  We recommend anything with Oreos and M&M’s, so be sure to pick up a chili dog under the shade and dream. 

Videogame Review of Ms. Pac-Man for the Atari 5200

Videogame Review of Ms. Pac-Man for the Atari 5200

A game of this nature may begin at the little cub difficulty which you can select from the innovative menu, so grab the second player for this one.  I keep a diary of which I put in records of high scores to rush in competition against myself.  As opposed to Pac-Man on the 5200, Ms. Pac-Man is one half of the lovely couple who speeds through more complicated mazes at joystick movements that can be described as approachable to quick flicks of the pass and turn or fascinating for my pointing finger.  It’s possible to play with a thumb on some course with a banana, yet it’s better to use the first three fingers on the aiming hand in rough contrast to the less-directive hand.  Of course, to use the golden keypad to illustrate machine functionality isn’t something short of impressive.  Graphics are of the style of old Atari computers and hardly bug out during gameplay, leaving me with fruit that moves along through tired ghosts and dots that almost escape the round monster’s makeup.  There’s a sign for Ms. Pac-Man that reveals its moving glow over those selections until you enter a place where she gets very hungry.  You’re not actually eating the ghosts; you just take away their lost blankets.  But the entire labyrinth begins with a cherry or a little cub if you choose the easy route.  I’m actually speaking of the graphics here.  At times the dizziness I share a philosophy for is completely due to binge watching since, in my deplored life, the banana course just keeps coming after I take the bait and my joystick moves at a rhythm that’s odd and even at the same time.  When my console is up and going, I think of the Nintendo 64.  This is because analog moves through gears which replicate directions like arrows to a Swiss clock.  Besides my remark on a European tool, the 5200 Joystick is partly made from a mysterious designation in Japan and controls Ms. Pac-Man with what I call an insane fever.  Sometimes the tunnels don’t bode in obvious ways with my joystick; however, intense momentum is felt with every turn and jab at the ghosts.  Her vanishing act is felt after every maze is complete with depleted dots because each 8-Bit-like labyrinth returns more light to electricity’s finishing touch.  Like I’ve said, you can start with the cub or get to the beginning fruit sooner.  Problems exist with this game whether they’re strange or normal, although there’s only a bit of American pride with this pretty monster since she’s of command for Asia to clean up points and have something to chew on, literally.  Impossibilities are okay for this game as long as it doesn’t feel like the machine is broken.  Just seeing the fire buttons on the ribs of the controller, when I press fingers against plastic and wired craft, brings me to awkward confidence which is required of a poet like me.  Have fun with this game, and remember: it’s Ms. Pac-Man, part of this complete breakfast.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ms._Pac-Man


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Movie Review for “Tremors 2”

Movie Review for “Tremors 2”

Beyond the shadow of a doubt lies a monster who is actually born from another creature that doesn’t walk on the sea.  By that, I mean something between a dinosaur and a rattlesnake.  Earl thinks it doesn’t come from a foreign planet or the video arcade machine that he doesn’t have a lawyer for.  General effects of this horror movie can be regarded as dark or even flimsy, almost to the touch of perfection when it comes to nostalgia and awkward nightmares.  I give this movie five stars because I only give less when it’s one star for my personal destiny.  A movie like this goes with me wherever I am: at McDonald’s, surfing Ebay, living near Sea World, etc.  And I must be negative to admit that the reader will have to guess what some of my thoughts are since this horror presentation is something akin to an old memory’s transcendence.  I’ve lived within childhood at adulthood so that gross thoughts of tasty snacks and explosive numbers which these new graboids deal with in the face of hunters are brittle hints of my thought process, causing me to get nimble on brainstorming and confess mysterious ideas.  Getting along the lines of poetry is easy enough; however, to acquire knowledge over bad critters such as these bleeding aliens can be difficult to self-aspire or obstacles for Perfection Town’s disease of monsterly invasion.  Honesty at the front and policy at the side, “Tremors 2” exhibits marvelous complaints on the parts of these graboid hunters who, with careers on dangerous tremors who go after heat and strange vision, may counter each other with intelligence enough so a goal on survival isn’t a myth to die with.  As to personal thoughts, enjoyment on movie watching has turned against my time since mental disorders at times keep me from studying visuals without crying.  Golf is constantly on my watch as well as tennis and chess, yet “Tremors 2” presents the horror of casual agony on the part of vivified actors.  After Earl on my DVD makes a reference to Big Bird from “Sesame Street” to make the ostrich more pleasing to his unlike, it’s wondered as to the quantity of childhood that’s left in either him or Bert, although one move against a new graboid can result in further collateral damage and fantasy explosion.  I’m able to exaggerate to withhold a worthy opinion on horror even if I’m laughing awful.  Listen, a horror movie as this of dramatic nature and vague futures possibly resembles a rollercoaster experience at Six Flags when you take the Superman.  When the main explosion of explosions hits the cameras at the movie’s finishing line, it becomes apparent that, on a scale of time in repetition, being too early can be the same as being too late.  “Tremors 2” is a casual exhibition with great velocity that comments on love and hate as to make both elements mix into a romance of blood and the Jurassics.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tremors_2:_Aftershocks

Poem- "Abandoned Help"

"Abandoned Help"

My aged move is stained from innocence toward
bones as tired for loving more darkness on whir, yet
attractive right through me conceals mist to
some cave so stretched about disappearance
to play that I quiet trays against deadly exclamation;
so I dress the cola upon blinking skin within
pressure quite enjoyed to save buttons at phone, with few
bubbles out of charge to shuffle futuristic thirst upon
walking oceans; however due of fact to disclaim
the passing prize so its burning clue, with shopping
of goals to portray hard reflection across plans
inside art, I slip guard around extra-large victuals
in orders for demonstration unliked to churn depth.

Note: The picture is by Walter Crane.

Baby Deer Photo- "Baby Deer of Streaming Road"

Baby deer by the streaming road.
Tehachapi is rural.

http://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Baby-Deer-of-Streaming-Road-693892598

Something Is Kind of Stupid Here

Have I taken a vacation? I don't think I have.
So, uh... maybe I should take one now.
Think of that last vacation post and think three weeks.
I'll be back.

Hair Dye Review; L'Oreal Paris Hair Color Feria Pastels, P1 Smokey Blue

Review of Bluish Hair, L'Oreal Color

Being surprised by the smoky appearance of shining hair in an old bathroom was part of the cliché associated with lady’s fashion, although as a man I take interest into spotting golden candles or I’m to take sheer understanding of professional ladies: that’s my sweet forte.  Still it dawns on me how bluish hair against a looking glass seems to burn like an appetite even if I share it with growing parents at a four-corner living.  Just when I ponder so much as to wonder little, to grow out of amusement for confined ideas, when somewhere over the pancakes and lucky cats, music out of amusement helps me commend on such fabulous hair even if some hater out there shops at Amazon.  Does that remind you of something?  Look, you can’t be an insult near the kitchen unless you bother with reason.  I was by the kitchen.  After staring very long overhead into the streaming water and smelling such terrific fragrance of the hair-dye, why be morose on such splendor as L’Oreal’s fishy stuff?  I’m talking messy showers and intriguing shades of open hair.  Sometimes when you hate your appearance, you end up hating people.  So that’s why my marvelous reflection at a crusty mirror shouldn’t be an overstatement.  While I peer against the veins by my eyes, an intrinsic vision of so much satisfaction rings true enough to hone in on practical implications of appearance.  Before you take this dramatic dye though, gather the blonde product first.  That’s to say, “Become a pretty doll before you turn into an emperor.”  Remarks there’ve been on Byzantine history indicate the importance of dye for royalty.  If you’re not a princess, maybe you’re a prince.  Let’s see, what color do I enjoy?  I know!  How about the kind of blue that looks like purified snacks or feathers off a bird against polluted skies?  Often messes do receive of their perfection.  It’s so funny to confuse of my hair about its shade because numerous reflections of clean add so much of additional defense for awkward beauty.  Of course, Hillary Clinton’s swept-back personage causes influence of her presentation to rekindle threads of hair until tragedy is reversed of obvious hints.  Politics about hair?  You bet I’m aroused on confluence as pretty heads are locked on angles like my casual visage.  To be sure, such positive input like mine revolves on words about beauty that separate of meaning through context.  What is shared about hair can be unknown even with guess into bathroom management, yet I’ve followed on instructions to turn blindness into perfection.  So if you go dye your hair blonde, wait both weeks of dispute, then progress through beautiful management to retrieve the initial effect of external look, you’ll achieve of gain quite a fashionable head that burns at a glare prior to its construction in small bits of a hot situation.  Reach into the medicine cabinet for sensational perfume to complement on alluring dye that’s bound to settle of dispute for a reflecting mass of threads.


NOTE: FOLLOW THE LINK SINCE I CAN'T SHOW A PICTURE OF MY BLUE HAIR.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0185LBV5I/ref=sxr_rr_xsim_2_s_it?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_p=3008523062&pd_rd_wg=MuTFE&pf_rd_r=ZJ6X5NKXW36JDTZX5KGV&pf_rd_s=desktop-rhs-carousels&pf_rd_t=301&pd_rd_i=B0185LBV5I&pd_rd_w=sLkat&pf_rd_i=blue%2Bhair%2Bdye&pd_rd_r=NSFDNC7X6AMBNB8DYGK0&ie=UTF8&qid=1500019300&sr=2&th=1

Bellinger Lost Face

You can read up on Cody Bellinger, a Dodger for my state who's been hitting balls like crazy with strength at an angle.

I didn't like how he was filmed at the All Stars Game this year.
Some cameraman just skipped his face when a shot was taken of the wild crowd and the beginning of the game had an odd vibe to its presentation.

Please TV, pay attention to someone's face.
I'm here to appreciate sports, not to only be entertained.

I wish I could've seen Bellinger's face more at the beginning!
Besides, why didn't the camerman zoom in much on his father?
If I saw these camera angles out of a golf game, I would've been shocked.
At least the Homerun Derby saw wild hits going into the breaking lights.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cody_Bellinger

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Restaurant Review, Sharky's Woodfired Mexican Grill 4960 Telephone Rd Ste 101 Ventura, CA 93003

Review of Sharky’s in Ventura, California

Near a bookstore and a few other obstacles lies a Mexican grill across the way from some videogame gifts and a vitamin market.  Atmosphere of the grill is understood from my visits as of present to be more of a light brown with shadows that go here and there, determined with dark menus and a medium-to-hot selection of salsas in those big bowls so that busy guys with workloads can drop in to relax within the summer shades or cool off at three other seasons.  I’ve been having shrimp or in particular shrimp on a burrito to go with the offered utensils in order to eat some grilled meat and remind myself as to why diced tomatoes of Pico de Gallo really cause me to slow down for a great aftertaste.  Aftertaste of my burrito helps me recall the tomato bits on my burrito and I almost get a sensation of vegetables since people come in to excuse themselves near my wooden table.  At this point, talking about colors in the atmosphere can be a vague concept because different kinds of brown tables may look funny under certain angles of light.  But of course this can be my imagination wandering since I’m so soothed by the environment which also acts as a sensation if one considers the rush.  I’m telling you!  Some interesting people barge into the restaurant looking for experience and getting their tables clean.  Whenever I go to the salsa bar and try to get some small cups of crazy choices on my plate, there’s someone who comes into the scene by a sudden flash and carries trash to the forgotten elements.  It’s meant for me of course to have a terrific lunch with stuff that costs more than a penny when I’m around, yet the videogame store comes in handy for getting a cheap joystick.  That’s what America is about!  I’m having costly shrimp along with a pricy controller.  Plaza is shop central with particular modes available such as reading a book and gathering art supplies.  A burger spot was near the place, but now the coffeehouse is lonely without it.  Nonetheless, Sharky’s is good.  That’s what this place is called, right?  Sometimes I eat at the Mexican grill and attempt to taste the food with its name in mind.  Mexican food can be hot and spicy and this restaurant does serve those questionable goods.  I recommend getting the dishes which seem more on the unusual side since the unusual tacos and burritos can remind you that you’re still on the planet for new items, new experiences, neat work, and lots of shoulders on the road.  Sharky’s environment is a sensation and quite a principle to contend with.  So many Mexican grills are coming up across California to dish out the unique and portray the customary sensation.  Sharky’s is no exception to this; however, to get at the crowd for a good time and to share opposite features with my family can’t be something short of thrill and vibrations which set taste.    

Videogame Review, Pac-Man for the Atari 5200

Review of Pac-Man for the Atari 5200

Pac-Man is a character who rushes through a maze to take away blankets from ghosts who guard simple and obscure fruits by a glowing mansion. There’s points around the field that come out of the ghostly eyes as determination and imagination are two elements to gameplay in the house of fun, especially with a controller that likes to shake things up so much from its loose joystick. Generally speaking, the joystick actually performs like tectonic gears against those elements until strange forms of nostalgia hit the lovers and patronize awful haters. I’ve grown up with the Nintendo 64 and perceive the analog commands as fairly natural to basics even if the more stimulating demands are off the hook in terms of soothing comfort and obvious replay. Every occurrence I partake in for Pac-Man on the Atari 5200 is like a wild rollercoaster ride so that even my dizziness for the conflicting gameplay turns me inside out. This overwhelming system of sensations is preferred since an odd theme from Miner 2049er rings in my head from Van Nuys, a particular location in California where I live for road trips to McDonald’s and sagacious markets. Pac-Man, as an effable monster, loves to barge and roam against the playing board to achieve some more gains of fruit and other eatables. He can even eat a key! Atari 5200 runs its course with odds and ends that mingle together into a confusing sort of mystery as in where to turn or what blanket to chew on for the oranges. Oranges, peaches, odd balls of confiscation, whatever my quarter tells me they are continues to intrigue my personal input for a thing of such beauty. It’s unfortunate that a joystick has to break at some point due to wires and mechanical infrastructure. Those mornings when gamers wake up to find the gold destroyed must be devastating. Speaking of gold, gold to destroy is the best thing up to date. Best Electronics sells gold controllers for videogame entertainment on Atari machines. Pac-Man is top-notch compared to the arcade, more busy with abstract graphics. Seeing points go by the ghostly eyes is quite amusing if I dare say translucent in consciousness, so imagination in a person’s mind can resemble part of the machine in terms of overall vision. It’s true that we see stuff on TV, but what’s in our heads? I think Pac-Man is a part of all lovers and an obstacle for haters, yet I do wish either well for the constant danger of eating fruit. To remark on this arcade competition with disgust is to return to the old prejudice of ancient times. Why can’t gamers just eat food and shut up? I’ll tell you why. Pac-Man is a classic and more than a classic on the Atari 5200. Bitter sweetness is constantly on my mind while the construction of victory resumes its rapid velocity and adds a tangent of will traffic in the mix with ghosts who can’t find the eaten blankets.

Restaurant Review, McDonald's 3750 Sierra Hwy Acton, CA 93510

Review of McDonald’s in Acton, California

Western decoration is a theme of this place by the greater scope of deserts that soothes me because of its beauty and my personal comfort for it.  Basically, beauty and comfort go hand in hand on so many occasions.  So I can crawl through the door and see chairs with nice logos or walls with images of a cowboy and a cactus, thus my experience is partly from a building standpoint as well as the services and food.  In particular, the image of the cactus is metallic with black and I can stare at it while eating nuggets with sauce that is sour and sweet.  Atmosphere is brown, black, silver, and lots of small colors.  My family stops here for retreats from driving out in the sun and Big Macs that help them remember what the outposts are to the exquisite dining.  I’m being figurative about the exquisite part.  But it’s true that so many McDonald’s can help you like this one can, yet overall there’s magic from all the McDonald’s uniting by some standards at least.  Going for a dessert couldn’t be harder depending on where we are.  A guess has to be made of the cheeseburgers that they can be very cheesy if you add some more cheese to one or two.  The Quarter Pounder is actually a sandwich with extra cheese on it, although I’m wondering, ‘How does this all come to play with so much cheese?’  The Big Mac is a sandwich with a good amount of cheese also.  I can go over to the counter near the western decoration and request for more cheese whether I’m talking about a chicken sandwich or some hot bread.  Interesting enough, cheeseburger buns can be pretty toasty.  Chili’s has a burger with bread that is toasted well, but for some reason the taste and flavor is just not there.  With McDonald’s, I can get a nice taste of beef for a more-than-fair price since markets across California tend to sell costly ingredients to help you make a burger in the first place.  I don’t know.  Why not get extra pickles and onions at McDonald’s and leave ketchup and mustard behind?  It’s not like Burger King is the only restaurant with these options.  Besides, how much ketchup do I require when the mustard seed on some day kind of tastes more strong than usual?  McDonald’s keeps up with demand almost entirely except for the sundaes and cones which come from a machine that at various locations from time to time breaks.  Fudge is pretty awesome when you consider that you can get a cone to have for a while before switching off to the sundae a few moments later.  Ice is well kept in my soda cup for those sweet moments because the bubbles of diet cola actually help me taste the ice cream better.  I’m a bit vague on my use of the term “ice cream”.  Anyways, this McDonald’s in Acton can truly keep up with my commands with a personal rush and reality has me in on the clean tables for cheap fish and taste.

Random Chicken

Take fat off a chicken and you have a coward with no ass.

Restaurant Review, Arby's 8290 Rosedale Hwy Bakersfield, CA 93312

Restaurant Review, Arby’s by Rosedale

A batman hat is on my head while I remember nice cheese that fits into a sandwich or roast beef which tickles my tongue, although dining near the grey colors at Arby’s must have been something short of fantastic since those workers tend to joke about movies before handling my orders.  They can make a pizza out of a slider, figuratively.  Certainly the Rosedale plaza has a huge expanse for its name when helicopters are chasing naughty children throughout the city.  Arby’s might be where some thief can get a bite, but I’d rather shoo the critter out so I may dine for brown sugar bacon.  Have you ever been to a parking lot and experienced so much noise?  At least Arby’s provides various kinds of meat in a half pound sandwich.  Whenever their voices ring through my ears, I’m right by a special door next to the great Pepsi fountain and off to stake claim on hot cheese which comes as a sauce.  In fact, a slice of white cheese can do the brown sugar bacon wonders because it’d be dairy on top of the chewy stuff, giving me a taste of deli-like food and its texture of wet slivers.  My mom actually gives me fries when she can’t eat anymore and asks if I would enjoy a pastry.  Of course, the pastries shall be enjoyed by themselves from time to time and taller roast beef goes well with horseradish as much as a plated item.  I’ve gone into the woodwork of teasing mom with the gifts in my hand and bugging her about stupid discounts.  To be sure, so many discounts aren’t worth the risk.  Beef N’ Cheddar probably seems cliché for a menu selection to me until I take another one and bite off Arby’s sauces.  There’s more than one package that has brown sugar bacon and the gyros are quite fresh.  Sure, some people get irritated here.  But after I don’t know them, I probably never will.  Naturally the sickness of traffic gets to me even at the moment I’m dining.  Mom and I bring sandwiches home to dad along with sauce packets and that way we’re helping a poor old man.  In fact, as I see on the face of a guy in tattoos who works here, accommodation for others isn’t extremely obvious.  A lot of customers like to take their pick in an atmosphere that’s pretty pristine with all the lights and windows and sunshine, depending on if you’re pardoning by evening or relishing for the night.  Somewhere across from Wal-Mart I’m getting a sensation for videogames, so I get a candle with purple sands before coming to Arby’s for lunch.  Honesty to me is exhibited by the crew even when they’re noting issues to this part and that part, whatever the part may be.  On to what I’m saying, Arby’s gives me a nostalgic feeling that resumes in my head with pleasure as I add a fork to the attack of my sandwich, which leaves me wondering, ‘If I’m at a guess for arriving at life for the roast beef, then what if I’m not a pig at all?’  I’m no pig, that’s for sure.