Photo- "A Star in the Tree"

Here's my photo for today.  Happy Holidays!

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/A-Star-in-the-Tree-825388314

Poem- “The Pretending”

“The Pretending”

People become what they never are.

I’ll pay less attention if we call ourselves something else.

We come into absence, we’re together like disappearance.

The house is built upon air.

Our masks get that remaining skin of excuse.

A surface covers by this elastic lid.

You open a straw, it’s broken, and it’s the last straw around some first wrapper.

How do you ask from hiding in looks?

My terminal notion prints as symbols for light when irritated under vacuum.

Rainbows fade into their ends.

Visual effects transform nonsense until arrival is numb.

It’s eventually space, counted, and dangerous for beauty into ugliness.

Eyes can be opened without surgery, and, these cuts are made.

Skin reveals a missing link in reflection for burns.

Costs fly out of reach.

Dreams keep me in focus of nonexistence.

Bows and ribbons seal each smile along those wrinkles.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Pretending-825241060?ga_submit_new=10%3A1577743118

Poem- “Change in Faith”

“Change in Faith”

Religion was found before we discovered the whole Earth.

And, because fundamentalists claim to know everything, religion changes.

We’ve debated on everything according to limited experiences at will.

There’s only so much human thought put into our dispute.

Old societies dwelled on stationary ideas.

Eternal life was and is thought to be something over the top of a stationary wagon.

Sky so blue, clouds rolling in, waves turning- the chaos was properly observed in levels.

Chaos is still with us.

People see trees fall apart for the splinter to dry the drops of rain within.

A branch gets imagined for more limbs to show.

Metaphors confused us over the centuries; however, limits got natural with each age.

Less money in the pocket can make someone dream of something bigger.

Faith rests within grasp as it reaches out to an extent.

Humans find more ways to have religion and our thoughts are considerable.

You might refer to atheism; however, atheism is also a religion(s).

We’re talking about the same holy spot- God remains to be a possible figure.

Our galaxy is already filled with eternal spots we’ll never locate.

So, there’s reason to believe in myths and fiction.

Not to mention primitive man wasn’t the scientific type.

A caveman at some point talked and needed language to understand himself.

Words, phrases, sentences, and ideas were developed on with consequences.

Creatures must grow into their senses and concepts before true performances occur.

People should probably ask me, “What came first- the chicken or the egg?”

I should respond and say, “What came first- truth or dare?”

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Change-in-Faith-825068686

Poem- “Watch out for Dinosaurs”

“Watch out for Dinosaurs”

You’re watching a “dinosaur” on TV.

But it’s not a dinosaur.

It’s an image produced by electricity.

An electric image isn’t an animal by Earth’s present terms for our planet.

Dinosaurs were animals; so, the electric image isn’t a dinosaur.

“I like Jurassic Park!”

Yeah, but it’s still not a dinosaur.

“Do you see the dinosaur?”

No, I see an electric image.

“Can’t you use your imagination?”

Reality is not imagination- it’s bigger than any human mind.

“My kids watch Barney the Dinosaur every morning.”

Yeah, but it’s still NOT a dinosaur.

No human in a costume should be considered a dinosaur.

“Littlefoot is funny!”

No, I see an electric image and hear noises from the TV.

TV noise is also electric and may or may not come from a living animal.

“I like watching dragon movies.”

They’re movies, but they’re not dragons, and, they’re not dinosaurs.

“I saw a dinosaur at the museum.”

No, you looked at some bones of a dead dinosaur.

Or you saw a robot made into a mythical appearance of ancient times.

“Do you believe dinosaurs lived with humans?”

When I see a fossil of a dinosaur that ate a human who also formed into a fossil with it.

 “My children play with dinosaur toys.”

Yes, but they’re NOT dinosaurs!

How many times do I have to say this?

“We dug a fossil and found a dinosaur.”

You’re half right.

But, no, a fossil is not a dinosaur.

A “fossil” is the dinosaur’s involuntary, naturally-made grave in bones, rocks, and mud.

Maybe I’m being a bit satirical but you get the point.

“There’s an image of a dinosaur in my coloring book!”

No, that’s not a dinosaur.

It doesn’t even look like a dinosaur.

Most people just draw funny forms with color on the subject of dinosaurs.

Not so many people create realistic depictions of those beasts.

Have you seen any dinosaur picture or painting that isn’t abstract and exaggerated?

“Dinosaurs were huge reptiles.”

You really think parts are just parts and everything is everything, don’t you?

We don’t even know what a dog is!

People just dress up their pets in clothes and make them look stupid.

“This little blue bird is a dinosaur!”

You’re crazy.

That’s unpoetic and very unromantic.

Who’s your doctor?

Is he a dinosaur, too?

Are those CDs and records dinosaurs?

Do we drive dinosaurs home from work?

You think EVERYTHING is a dinosaur!

Give me a break!

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Watch-out-for-Dinosaurs-824966562?ga_submit_new=10%3A1577538149

Videogame Review, Fighters Destiny for the Nintendo 64 (w/ New Sharkpad Pro 64 Controller)

Videogame Review, Fighters Destiny for the Nintendo 64 (w/ New Sharkpad Pro 64 Controller)

Attention has been paid on the modes, graphics, and fighter lifestyles where given in haste for sport.  Buttons must be pushed for the action to reveal the possibilities in a fighting, wrestling fare- one button should be pushed at least, then another button can be pressed for a combo when viewed for technical feedback between movement and gesture.  Graphics include floating poker cards, distant temples, a desert in the mirage, and, from looking at the characters, strange people with the motive of wild, crazy tactics.  While looking at these beautiful graphics I get the impression that a character’s placement is key for ongoing tactics on the front and from behind depending on exact, pinpoint footsteps and a general mist of jumping, punching, kicking, and tossing.  Fighters Destiny is one of the finest-looking fighting games to have vivid 64-bit graphics and an extremely simplified control scheme: it’s mostly A and B with variety in punches, kicks, and steps with occasional knockouts and finishing tosses.  Computer difficulty does get harsh.  From playing under the abstractions I’ve gotten a decent share of low-end moves to make addition for the roaring punches.  But since when is the Joker actually supposed to be better than the Master?  The save feature didn’t really seem to be necessary and I’d rather play without a rumble pack for the Sharkpad Pro 64 controller.  Harsh effects are mixed in with the beauty until a mist forms along the lines.  Maybe it’s a Nintendo 64 game which would’ve gone excellent in the imaging for the original TV box sets- you know, the old TVs?  But Fighters Destiny has something in common with other notable video games from the modern times like Mario Kart 8 and various arcade game collections- there’s a simple game over near, moves to accomplish for a general disposition of heated battles, and, the modern TV’s glowing screen can actually be rather light and dim.  I remember watching the old TV with some modest satisfaction!  Fighters Destiny has more in common with the Three Stooges than Scorpion or Chun-Li.  It’s too silly to be taken seriously and I’ve laughed so hard that it hurts to breathe in my chest.  The sweet fighting scenes become ridiculous shows of fault in execution and I’ve found my wrestlers, from getting into the ring at different moments, to be spinning around and twitching from hiccups in the video computer system.  Perhaps Fighters Destiny was an OK thing for the first year of 2000 (which was, of course, 2000) but other, superior fighting games like Mortal Kombat 4 and the N64 Clayfighter series gave excellent ranges in gameplay that Fighters Destiny later acted more like a joke on than a real machine for gaming.  

Poem- “To No Purpose”

“To No Purpose”

It’s a mistake.

There’s no purpose for it.

But people deny the mistake since it’s done for no purpose.

And, there’s still intent besides the original goal.

Events as such get excused along the lines of common ground.

Can’t something be “too” common?

Right and wrong isn’t a system based on popularity.

Myths rise from ignorance of beauty in connection with the real path.

Views become taken or received; so, what’s left from looking at the points?

Locations vary on supply and demand.

Hazards get accepted for no purpose and it’s just common ground.

Support for common ground thus isn’t consistent.

Guys may want food for “thought” without the last part of the deal.

Pizza is common, and, it’s usually not healthy (“Italian”, still not that healthy).

Fast food is common, and, it’s usually not healthy.

Maybe we’re taking typical kinds for granted.

Without much judgement for it, I’m wondering why we even bother with it at all.

Numbers can be picked from a basket over the same problem.

Does it matter how typical something is?

That’s not going to help unless we understand the qualities for a purpose.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/To-No-Purpose-824843098

Poem- “The Starting Resource”

“The Starting Resource”

Evil becomes deception in absence of the starting resource.

Let me explain.

A lot of bad things exist in our world.

Disasters, fights, and conflict spell a great deal of trouble.

But so often the starting resource gets invisible to us during wild events.

(In word, a “starting resource” is the cause of exact, or really vague, problems.)

Obstacles come to people’s notice in degrees within grasp.

Mortals don’t have everlasting focus- it takes a role in eternal life for a godlike system.

Until then, distance exists between causes and effects as fortune tellers say.

Space can transform existence into an invisible starting point.

People see great acts of evil; however, their starting resource usually remains hidden.

“The devil is in the details.”

Or, to keep wondering about our subject, “it’s like finding a needle in a haystack”.

All it takes is one tiny, small, less mature grain to make someone bad.

You’ll mostly just look over evil: darkness, shadows, nights rather like overextension.

Every seed may later crush into themselves if given unnoticed.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Starting-Resource-824631887

Lesson- “Sex Education”

“Sex Education”

A sexy person isn’t exactly beautiful from this description.

You’ll find guys who just appear ready for sex.

It’s not the same as love, kindness, honesty, and real, true beauty.

Someone can be ready for sex while not actually loving.

Many guys have figured this out- they’ll look hot, yet they’ll really be cold.

Beauty isn’t just in the eye of the beholder.

Love must be there for beauty to exist, or, the man or lady is just “sexy”.

Everything is related to nature of fashion and vanity.

We hear “sexy” more often than we hear “love”; so, love is more precious.

That’s because most people aren’t so lovely.

Obstacles may be in the way within reach of life.

However, love is the real gift, not sex.

“Do you think I’m sexy?”

I say, “Do you think you’re lovely or just ready for sex?”

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Sex-Education-824544186

Poem- “How a Thief Grows Up”

“How a Thief Grows Up”

Vulgar parenting can make someone into an evil.

Nonsense is often used as their excuse for pointless showmanship.

Laws are given too much overextension in fellowship.

Everything has a label for pain and few objects reveal less misimportance.

Giving requires previous ownership; however, “gifts” are made up from lack of it.

Dreaming becomes a serious critical error.

Tastes eventually get ignored just for some kind of impression.

Crime isn’t deserved.

Affection keeps one’s fantasy within for vivid display of absence, or, stalking.

Kindness is criticized when the bad guy is soft enough for those feelings on disruption.

Ideas sink under the radar towards a bursting, flaming machine.

He’s always too “located” since it’s maximum, infinite wisdom over harshness.

We’ll have to let a guy like him go if we’re to have any peace left.

Spirits are resting in the wind filling each light.

Questions must arrive near our century while vanishing from it.

Fingers wrap around unknown strings- it’s resembling silence by magnitude of want.

Mom and dad hate their looks in space for blinking eyes above false hints.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/How-a-Thief-Grows-Up-824425303

Photo- "The Claw"

Here's a photo done with contrast to sky and special trees.  A claw form appears, from observing the darkness of each brush as each brush combines with everything for a sharp, dramatic effect.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Claw-824412094

Restaurant Review, Casa Lupita in Castaic, California

Restaurant Review, Casa Lupita in Castaic, California  

Down in Castaic there’s a small restaurant which provides guests with delicious Mexican food, daily breakfast, and original fare in coffee and lemonade.  It’s called Casa Lupita as indicated from the sign and I’ve entered the expanded lobby where seats are made ready in concern for guests over dining.  An original cactus dish should be considered at this establishment- for, with presentation on cue to flavors in hot red sauce and sliced nopales, any view for the eating opportunity gets me excited by all means.  Visual styles cover the dining area from looking points in gear for a dark ambiance when revealed for interest and exhaustion from everyday traffic.  It feels good to eat a nice, hot meal during a break from the crowd of vehicles outside.  You’ll find carnitas to be in good proportion along the lines between seating and eating under the roof.  Their lemonade is served in a cup, comes with lots of ice, and may be characterized as useful for quenching thirst and reason of hunger.  A variety of meats reminds me of choice selections from good, local restaurants working near the busy roads as holidays roll in within grasp of fortunate circumstances evident where dependence lies in true necessity and requirement of high energy levels.  Views are generally nice inside and go beyond the reach of located hotspot.  Servers usually arrive near the counters with menus at hand.  Choice selection varies, dependent on taste and quality preferred in a moment like this one.  Plates are divided between portions according to matters of importance in experience for main dish and side dish.  Maybe there’ll be a small container filled with tortillas (a kind of flat bread for wrapping goods with) as beans remain next to rice and the proportionate feature of meat and sauce; it depends on variety, choice, and experience from both.  I’ve had several dishes here over the last couple years or so.  Sometimes complicated matters are necessary due to supply and demand on a given note for experience as prolonged in haste for visionary ideas related over a nice, hot meal and it takes patience for the happiness to kick in.  Obstacles in the way serve their purpose.  Fortunately the dishes appear to be consistently hot and fresh.  Experience is tangled with for horizons spoken of with family members in my group and the general crowd inside is mostly exhausted, calm, and in favor of demand.  Different areas in California almost always prove their resources for the better and Casa Lupita is no exception: great food, great location, great price.    

Poem- “Contrary”

“Contrary”

“I don’t judge someone’s art.”

You don’t judge it?

Well, then it’s not art!

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Contrary-824219979

Poem- “Reason and Chaos”

“Reason and Chaos”

First, there’s declaration for existence from something.

Then we have claims over being made without it.

Confusion gets obvious.

Or, there’s vice versa- existence without something, then existence from it.

Drama in humanity can be a symbol or hint for misinformation.

Good logic becomes very important for this reason.

A philosopher must confess his wild traits of nature for expressions.

My brain gives access to psychology at work.

Body parts come into play, also.

Ideas flow on a variety of channels and it takes a creative mind for understanding.

Different channels should get networked together depending on qualitative living.

Vision comes apart within grasp for discipline and we must “pick up the pieces”.

Here, on the situations mentioned, victims of them can’t have particular ABCs.

ABCs, or, 123s, ideas must go together on verified organization.

We can’t just connect A to Q or 2 to 9- quality varies on sensitive data.

In fact, without organization, ABCs can’t exist- no names, no labels, no facts.

My name might as well change every second and my identity be random.

Something has to be printed into memory or it won’t serve any calculation.

Thus, race has to exist, nation has to exist, personality has to exist, and so on.

Doesn’t a smile just mean happiness on a genuine level?

Who smiles in anger, or, who smiles in depression, or, who smiles in anxiety?

Facial expressions have become labels for emotional being.

At times we should question the labels because variation exists to dispute.

Of course, we need to rely on definitions or else there’ll be chaos beyond reason.

If money gets used for purchases and shopping and it works, we should let it be.

People can’t have materials without exhibiting means of invention.

Lucky guys can have something; however, luck itself remains the random draw.

Materials have to exist for the random draw, and, thus, invention’s still a key role.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Reason-and-Chaos-824000681

Black and White Photo- "A Roaring Sunset"

This is monochrome with style!  My photo here displays those purple colors seen in parts of California until my phone's sensors kick in and the shades of grey reveal a wild, abstract reality in the making.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/A-Roaring-Sunset-823886502

Spanish Poem- “Grey Face”

“Grey Face”

De colores la fantasma se desarrolla al bajo con materia oscura.

Con permiso, muchos corren del sol en luz dramática.

Fuego se habla palabra al dentro.

La boca resume y vive.

Pero, debajo del día seguro y la noche aprovecharnos, globos frían con sed.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Grey-Face-823772895

Song- “The Random ABCs”

“The Random ABCs”

A, W, D, F, L, M, O, Z, V, N, K, B, E, X, C, G, H, P, Q, I, T, J, R, S, U, and Y.

I don’t know my ABCs.

Next time won’t you sing for me?

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Random-ABCs-823577090

Photo- "Abandoned Dog Entrance"

It's a rusty look and revealing for picturesque truth on the continuing problems for dogs and pets in general.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Abandoned-Dog-Entrance-823567677

Photo- "Tape in the Knob"

Another viewpoint is take from this photo revealing the used condition of a knob in shaky foundation.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Tape-in-the-Knob-823567164

Photography- "A Dark Corner" (California Desert)

Here's a vivid picture I've taken of a garbage area near the California deserts close to where I live, and love, visualizing obstacles in a new fashion for viewpoints in favor.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/A-Dark-Corner-823427901

Poem- “Thoughts or Ideas at Random”

“Thoughts or Ideas at Random”

Thoughts don’t always go in succession.

In fact, not everybody is actually the philosopher kind.

Philosophers themselves have unthoughtful motives.

Concepts get tangled with reality.

Dreams may or may not exhibit true colors for perception.

Someone can wake up with a “fresh mind”.

Quality increases and decreases where pressure is exerted in mental activity.

Let me tell you straight- nobody continues their journey forever.

Even the gods must observe destruction when the boot fits in chaos.

Grounds become realized from true experience for life.

We might receive a variety of irrelevant education.

Humans are still animals.

Maybe it’s just wild at times, or dangerous, or completely unknown.

Besides, it’s been proven that mental disease can provide its victim with odd tastes.

Odd manners reveal a great deal in evolutionary factors.

I have schizophrenia, and, I can tell you, some kinds of philosophy are wrong to me.

Communities are often divided in members.

So, we must really “find” people.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Thoughts-or-Ideas-at-Random-823351227