The name means “the real path” in Spanish language.
In Californian history a landmark like El Camino Real is a dream.
However, has it been a dream come true?
Reality is disputed on.
Drivers often wonder where to go.
A car commercial I once watched showed a road ending with the moon.
Spanish conquerors could’ve threatened to take the moon away.
Native Americans were intrigued and frightened all at once.
The White Man evolved in my western state.
We continue seeing vehicles, road signs, and pitstops.
Road signs in Pole Position on the Atari 5200 console were blank.
Atari was extended very much in California.
L.A. and Hollywood used to be the main posts for Disney.
Disney has joked about cars, roads, and people in their films.
So, what’s real with this anyway?
Maybe it’s a touch we feel from not having enough touch to begin with.
Bells hang in the corners along the roadways and don’t always ring with us.
Urban areas are likely causes of stress, and thus schizophrenia.
Humanity at large has genes with schizophrenic traits.
Voices are heard, the devil may cry out to us.
Railroads are given “grades” for construction and safety north and south.
Los Angeles itself is practically a nation.
Buffalos got wiped off the planet while Teddy complained of government funds.
The Spanish language is always considered a “Romance” language.
Obviously, we’ve run into Spanish speakers who aren’t exactly romantic.
Poetry can be told in graffiti, strawberry fields, cracks on the road.
History of El Camino Real was basically a fairy tale.
California had new technology, favorite wines, liberal arts, etc.
Jack London as an author was sort of crazy.
Guys today may like drifting away from reality over and over.
What may be a great pizza restaurant to a Californian can be a ghetto to me.
Bad guys are often really funny for their age; too funny, if you ask me.
And so we’re going up and down the state wondering where we are.
Grapes, walnuts, avocados, fish, and more are used and abused.
Foreign art can seem beautiful to Californians who don’t know the background.
Sodas are now condemned by Ventura and you’ll find Moxie in BevMo!.
Courage has been a declining element in the young, the old forever young.
Reality is ripped apart from sudden changes and needs constant repair.
How could the state’s ongoing extinctions in things have created a monster?
Trash on the beach is common in San Diego even if pigs fly.
Killer whales leap for glory in SeaWorld as PETA marks fictional territory.
A painting of ex-Governor Jerry Brown can look so sweet and depressing.
Dodger Stadium has expensive pizza slices mentioned on Google Maps.
Blockbuster is gone, and, there’s still blockbusters.
The story of Snow White is racial, dramatic, and horrifying and beautiful.
White Castle only exists in my town from local, frozen produce.
Many Southerners have come to California with regrets.
Oxnard is a cautionary tale for dating.
Sacramento is very moody from SoCal’s influence.
According to Forbes magazine from some years back, we had state issues.
I’ve been accused of being German, French, and Irish.
My Spanish dialect has been confused by a few individuals as Russian.
Yelp is filled with moments of hostility between customers and businesses.
Pismo Beach is an expensive vacation to take; Laughlin is cheap.
Wikipedia has conflicting ideas on different subjects.
Not all Californians are fluent of British English.
Drive-Thru sections get confusing and linear within reach of rush hour.
Real doesn’t just mean “real”.
Environmentalism is the key to accurate history because nature is there.
Smoking is a bad habit today; however, in the past it was something “French”.
A teenager can fool around with French fries.
“Mac” is more than one trademark.
Apples are used in Sac State for privacy and world wide web.
Is everybody really Italian?
New Yorkers have arrived in California with a bucket list of disappointments.
Parts of California only have freedom for car drivers.
Low, tasteless ideas are called “pedestrian” by the local critics.
Mexicans come and go on El Camino Real.
“Wheel of Fortune” has given reference to “Looney Tunes”.
Some people wear dirty clothes at the casinos.
I once met an Indian who was in remorse for the death of his tribe’s queen.
Freeways had been exaggerated on in “Who Framed Roger Rabbit”.
We’re in denial of reality and still may think we should fly to the moon again.
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