Picture Sharing, Tehachapi

These roads build around houses by the dawn's wakening, far away from cotton candy.
The mountain view is enormous, but Mountain Stanserhorn in Switzerland has a grander thrill in me.
The clouds are spotty on some days, but wild and fast and stretching on some others.
Barking dogs around these parts don't trample the beauty here except in noise.
Tehachapians and Kernites need to drive to various locations, since walking to a store is a no-go often.

Trees, trees.
Breeze, breeze.
Chirp, chirp a chirp chirp.
Morning dawn all day long with flying colors.
So, how come many photography teachers don't talk about profitable lands?
Sometimes, to my anyway, feelings cross hurt.
Jack Rabbits, Jack Cheese.

My front yard in Tehachapi, California, comes with a park-like setting.
There are these yellow flowers unknown to me, with strange shapes and petals.
There's a couple of park benches nearby.
There are paths set up with rocks and their exact settlement with nature here.
Of course, a hike at my home is out of the ordinary.
Sometimes walls must change.
As a hippy kind of person, I think of purple chocolate and chicken bubbles.
Excuse me, but I read my words too. 

Green sheds should equal terrific writing studios.
Still, I'm confused with my own way of nature.
Well, of course, it isn't simple math when paths lay out my disease in perception.
I weigh too much for a bike, and my shoes get some fume.
Readers need to understand my fortune, in particular the tenacity of my story.
It's your tenacity, and mine. 

This is a nice wooden house by my parents' backyard.
Deer roam through here, but certain ones tend to struggle with their motions of gaiety.
I'd give the deer vitamins if I could, but many wild animals just don't warm up to eat anything from us.
Some creatures like some of the birds make strange sounds at night, let alone day.
Birds are a sort with feathers, so maybe there's something dinosaur in them.
Passion for green won't turn me back. 

Here's my dad, Gary Julian, real estate agent of Ventura.
Before readers ignore him, consider how his beard might have the special hair in anybody's birthday.
He drinks coffee at McDonald's every morning and reads the newspaper then casually.
My dad has lost the ability to read; now he scans.
He daydreams about bacon perfume.
He thinks Yoda should talk about bacon.
Maybe Star Wars isn't informal enough, especially with all the cast's ridiculous costumes.

A tiny creek is forming beneath the lower blades of grass by the big pipe at the left.
Our house is situated on particular hills, although the extremest height isn't calculated by me.
The trees seem to be dead; after all, it's supposed to be springtime.
That certain house over yonder is beseech-ed with my complex comprehension. 

The side gates to my house seem like empty vanities of romance beyond a hacker's secrets.
Initially, breaking even is breaking odd, then finishes simply startle this onlooker's vague interests.
No, nature is not universal; it's not universal in language, appearances, or trickles.

As an example of foreign nature, consider this Shenmue Tree.
It's an Asian tree, and its blossoming is peculiar.
It's a plant that can be like a father, similar to a gnome's grave, plus it has its own shadows.

A writer for THE DARK KNIGHT fansite just really gives spoilers about Mr. Freeze.
I'll read Mr. Freeze's stories, but I want to know about art quality and reasoning.
Besides, I like this picture!
Mr. Freeze needs to smoke while so frozen and stiff.  Ah! 

Here's a slanted angle of my path-ed front yard.
We received a free loaf of wheat bread with cranberries from one neighboring family (good, juicy, cake-y and powdery).
Various plants keep their types of greens and yellows.
I think most of the trees are really dead.
I saw a hawk jump on another hawk, and its victim complained.

Yep, this can be my bat fort.
I can have an assistant who I call a bird.
Mr. Freeze doesn't suck because he's always frozen.

Readers should notice the barren trees near the front, away from the lush pines over yonder.
What was God's forbidden fruit, a seed for no soil?

Mountain view, stretching like a snail's neck.
More dead trees, though.

It's easy and rapid to walk down a hill, but walking up a hill is tiresome and forgetting.

See these flowers?  What on earth?

I hope critters don't remain while I'm rude.
In fact, a chirping simply is a bore from dangerous predators.  

NOTE: This talk looks short, but it took me over two hours to bring this together.

Rant, 3/18/2016

I'm not sure if my stomach is the strongest during the noon-times of each day, or rather if comprehension is a matter of skill even when the odds are against me.  I guess I'm a philosophy fanatic, although I don't go crazy over Aristotle's discussions about the demands of our opinions.  I guess I'm referring to Aristotle's talks about what he termed as "the heavens."  Fantastic worlds definitely soothe me when I shout my order for greater surprises.  I still can't relate the grammar of words, or rather the gender of words, to the rhyming and vague sensations of poetry, and now I'm referring to Aristotle's talks about poets.  I've studied the Arabian language and scout mottoes, even flag emblems, so I'm absolute about the relationship between conversations and dieting.  Since we use mouths to eat and speak, there's implication of survival with our modes of thought.  Maybe poetry should be simple, but not to the point where listeners are only engaged into the ideas they don't need to learn anything about.  When my dialogue is refined, I still get unnatural obsessions.

Just look at his beard.

Now, if I grow a beard?

Subway's Oven Roasted Chicken is pretty thick, so I feel like much of its inner base should be pulled inside-out for spectacular moments and extra dishes.  Mostaza se fue.

"The sodium, calories, and fat in the Subway 6-Inch Oven-Roasted Chicken Sandwich on nine-grain wheat bread are pretty close to the ideal range for a meal (yes, that means cutting out cheese and mayo). Add all the veggies offered or a side salad to boost the relatively low fiber. And whatever you do, resist the cookies and chips at the register or you'll blow it – if you're that hungry, order the foot-long instead." -Men's Journal

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Okay, okay!  Perhaps Subway has great desserts.  I still make compliments about Subway's crackers to my mom.  Loving has to go somewhere, still I fall.  

Just to inform unknowing readers, McDonald's actually has some more healthy food than Subway does.  For example, consider McDonald's tortilla strips or guacamole, with Buttermilk Chicken and creamy Sriracha Sauce.  

From Yelp, Steven H.'s photo from Georgia.
Hello Georgia!
This is a real photo because I've eaten this myself.
You can pick all kinds of burger toppings at McDonald's restaurants as recent as soon.
Now is soon.

Pretty much!  Burger King's Triple Whopper from the past still rings in my head.  Can it be that meat goes along with meat, very much with combined toppings and spongy bread?  It'd be nice if Burger King followed McDonald's pursuit, because their Whopper Patties would then become steamy hot piles of saturated goodness with all the BBQ Sauce or simply Ketchup.  McDonald's Maple Bacon Dijon Recipe is good, acceptable, natural, crispy crunchy, not too saucy and not too bright, plus pretty much exclusive compared to most restaurant products.  

See mrhappy0121's review of McDonald's Maple Bacon Dijon Burger here: https://youtu.be/qL6yeNsBV-0

Mrhappy0121 keeps his hat on for the bacon.  Boo!  Still, he likes the bacon on the Maple Bacon Dijon Burger from McDonald's, a position I regard with certainty and respect.  The common vulgar person will show off junk and slang in front of the public while being totally ignorant about any nice fashion possible.  To me, the sandwich's bacon has a bit of a tough bite to it, similar to the bite of many jerky products, reminding me of afternoon strolls through Solvang in California.  

(Solvang?  You know, the place where you can get lots of white beer-steins and "cherry mugs.")

"Solvang was founded in 1911 on almost 9,000 acres (3,600 ha) of the Rancho San Carlos de Jonata Mexican land grant, by a group of Danes who traveled west to establish a Danish colony far from the midwestern winters." -Wikipedia   

I was able to have Smart Water, baked cookies from a sit-down treat-house, right in Solvang.  I was at a restaurant near there that paid tribute to vikings, I think.  Still, can we carry our diets around?  I think so!

All ingredients are real.  Basically, when we talk about food, it's not wise to say that food isn't real because it's bad.  So yes!  That jello is pudding that pops, so acknowledge its existence.

Garages can be good places to store food, yet their cold floors during the nights wake my senses.  By the way, what food isn't real?  Subway uses those elongated bags to give customers to-go-sandwiches; besides that, I could use some ribose from some of Subway's teas or Strawberry Tea.  Isn't food strange?  I mean, customers pay for something they get rid of.  I think about the air between Subway's turkey slices or McDonald's shiny buns.  

Thanks Jet!
I need to order water from them.
I get something like this when on the road.
This water has a flavor that's slightly as light as Glacier Water.
I like to call Glacier Water "penguin water."
Is Icelandic Water crisp?  No, but I can drink soda later, as always.

Geesh, and my dad keeps getting the restaurants' free water!  Yogurtland has a good French Vanilla Yogurt because it's so light and mild and not so dense and troubled.  I showed a photo of my Yogurtland Treat a while back, and I was able over there at that store to create my own styled yogurt.  I think I invented a simple fashionable technique of placing three small cherries in a row on its surface, and its cup talked about the new Kung Fu Panda 3 movie.  In fact, my Yogurtland Spoon was a little bit shaped like a panda!  Still, I'm tired of advertisements and more into my spirit.  Instead of waste management, I talk about goal management in my restaurant reviews and talks.  

Let's see... more makes enough while. 

Rant, 3/16/2016

I've been reading ctw magazines about sleep, in particular the chemical processes in our bodies while we sleep.  I know so many scientists talk about chemicals and their importance, but maybe it's the human body scientists need to concentrate on more.  Chemicals can just be parts of the human body, and think of how many times we don't remember what we ate.  Plus on plus, a writer I was reading an article from simply said that the brain is the boss of everything, in other words the controller or main state behind which we hail.  I've tried sleeping a lot, and the anxiety didn't go away but in fact got worse, so I guess probably someone with schizophrenia has to understand different rules about sleeping and dieting.  In fact, by mentioning diet, I don't need to mention sleep.  Plans imply rest.

Ctw Magazine can be scientific, although science is built around norms.
A scientist can talk about sleep-inducing spaghetti, tangy pasta, or addictive coffee.
I don't think scientists are using cold calculations while they're being happy.
Testosterone seems to serve its test for a man's energy.
Subway Sandwiches might make us more into sexual urges, but keep reading below.

Sometimes, psychology matters more than chemistry, which is why I think chemicals have limited importance.  In particular, we're here with gravity, and we can be forces or results of forces.  Diets work so much for our minds, and the Subway Diet might result itself with our infliction of sexual urges.  I think of the Urban Dictionary before using too many conclusions about passing strangers, and I know there's hot thoughts we aren't born with and that we use to indicate our passions for sauces and sex, creams of passion too.  Indeed, I still remember the window painting of a dreaming chef at Spudnuts in Ventura, California, before the store closed, so there has to be a link or two between rich food and heavy passion.

Yep, smiling donut people in Ohio.
I like the lettering because of its stable look and balance of words and food icons.

Can readers imagine potato flour for making donuts?
Basically, Spudnuts' Pelton Brothers made unhealthy food with something healthy.
Are there distinctions between healthy foods and unhealthy foods, similarities even?
I think the media isn't letting customers on the band-wagon of information.
Maybe the concept of healthiness isn't clear.

Subway has been advertising at a more clean state, showing tad lines of green with their finished white for their wrappers and napkins and signs and many general restaurant colors.  In Tehachapi, California, a rural community with noisy music people scattered unheard from, I've been able to get two Subway 6-inch sandwiches for the price of a footlong, thanks to a generous worker who stumbles by the toaster for her lowered eye-sets.  Subway's creamy Sriracha Sauce is good, but I wish for creamy mustard or blue cheese dressing, since it's hard to drive everywhere just to find Applebee's assortment or the bottomless bites of T.G.I. Friday's.  

This is a delcious sandwich.
In fact, it's near in quality to Black Bear Diner's Blazin' Bear Sandwich, it's Applebee's creation.
In the dark blue room, the burger was smaller than a Big Mac.
But the flavor, the flavor!
It's just so saucy and quite a bit spicy.
We're definitely not talking about the Dollar Menu here!

Subway's Italian Hero, with guacamole and special Italian dressings, was the #1 food I had.  Maybe something is so particular about juiciness and greasiness because of the squeeziness of various food items: bacon, oranges, mushrooms, tomatoes, squirting grapes and sour honey.  Yep, if you let honey dry long enough, it can taste sour with the kind of sourness not prevalent in dairy products; it seems as if the air just makes honey sour.  Anyway, with greasiness and juiciness, there just have to be factors for those qualities like temperature and our physical contacts with food.  In the interest of taste and reason, I have guilt.  I'm the kind of guy who dines in at a lonely Burger King store, all alone except for employees, listening to the smooth jazz of "Don Quixote" while playing with Pokemon gold cards.  It takes too much for me to stop for one reason, thus I go broke for other features in my expression.  Certainly it's not for me to say whether relaxation is at the half-point or a different assortment time.  Generally Subway now refutes the notion of "dieting" and now completely sells with the concept "fresh."  

Critics don't need to fear, I didn't make anything up except for scientific opinions and guesstimations.
Here's Amazon's photo of Pokemon gold cards.
I still have mine in boxes, and I remember the Double Cheeseburger Mustard from that day.
Just imagine the mustard as hot, the meat full of protein and fat, and my scrumptious appetite.

To just say so, Subway's Toasted Oven Roasted Chicken isn't very hot, and there has to be improvement about temperature.  Perhaps the Oven Roasted Chicken needs to be diced up for a special kind of wrap or a delectable salad with limited edition dressing.  Speaking in food terms, Subway's Pastrami Sandwich should be a Local Favorite with its flying colors and interesting savory flavor.  Calories are always short until there's a lot of them, then dieters have got a problem.  I will try Subway's Rotisserie Chicken, and Burger King's Jalapeno Chicken Fries are just to die for with their new Chicken Fries Sauce (which is made with a little bit of everything like wet barbecue).

Fast Food Geek talks about these chicken fries, but dismisses them for being too similar to past chicken fries, leaving me flabbergasted with my recognition for the Jalapeno Chicken Fries' crustiness and their showcase of breaded jalapeno bits.

What?  Should we have their onion rings instead?
Well, imagine chicken fries and onion rings.
I eat these things, so I know what I'm talking about.

When I was throwing the trash away at Burger King in Tehachapi, the trashcan told me that maybe "...you should've ordered more chicken fries!"

I'm sure dietitians would be surprised that I would talk about Subway and Burger King in the same sentence.  Indeed, it's strange that Vintage Italia's Marinara Chips would come with so many powders or that an almond can be frozen and eaten again.  I lost control of my appetite last night and stuck with so much Goldfish and Chicken & Herbs, but today I've been pretty much on track with Thai Palms Restaurant's food in my rural community via delivery and my dad's bringing of a V-something Mocha Frappuccino from Starbucks (a tiny store at that for so many small chairs!).

Thanks for considering more restaurant food!

It only takes time to go with the flow of fast food enterprises and special restaurant problems.

Take care kisses many!

    

Rant, 3/15/2016

There's plenty of avenues of thought I exist in between Sacramento and Big Bear Lake.  I still remember that boring glance by a sturdy male worker at Gordito Burrito in my state's capital.

Plated food, encouragement!
Jeff D. from Yelp must of been thrilled.
I do go for Gordito Burrito's rice.
I tend to say no to white rice.

There's also nachos at Gordito Burrito, which serves Sacramento University fine, but its bite is like that of cereal.  You can basically expect wet, soggy guacamole.  Sacramento State University is filled with several food outlets like Java City, which is ambient in golden yellow light, and Subway, which is so white by an environment in crunched seating.  So many workers showcase their body language.  While a smile is excellent, there still has to be that accuracy of orders shared between customers and employees.  Readers may not realize this, but businesses have demands of their customers.  For one thing, businesses expect you to be happy and generally don't talk about your struggles.  It doesn't seem fair.  I mean, even workers have to struggle, and there've been people living on the dime.

I think "Sears" can be a word.
The commonplace shopper ignores businesses' fictitious names.
To me, there can be a fantastic world with various identities.
Why use plain English, when one can dream?
I think Sears can be tears, or memorable passing times.
"Bush's Baked Beans!  What's your flavor?"

I was studying Spanish in the capital's university.  My friend Jamila went with UC Davis for nurse learning, but I still feel pain from my own perspective.  It could be that someone has been watching me, as I know many people have been watching me.  I have a paper golden hat filled with store and restaurant receipts, which I will use as references so I can pinpoint the places to review, but I'm about ideas more than popularity.  Have those popular YouTube videos accomplished much for our edification, or even our entertainment?  There used to be mysterious nostalgia, burning notions with the un-internet cultures we lived in.  So, I guess I have a bias about knowledge.  I'd play with the Virtual Boy in Blockbuster on Johnson Drive in Ventura, California.  Blockbuster was a rental home.  (Inside joke, hee hee!)  Mistakes go along with impudence on my watch.  You know, with exclusions for me and rest of society.  Also on Johnson Drive, I wasn't afraid to have eggs: I'm not stupid enough like some truck driver who has eggs sixteen times a week in front of disinterested managers.  When I'd play with the Virtual Boy, it'd feel like I'd be leaving a movie theater; my eyes just washed away with a bizarre form of tears, and more buzzing eyes, a good thing indeed.  McDonald's could always use a few more geographies and playgrounds, and advertising for grilled chicken can't be underestimated.  

This is GrubGrade's photo of McDonald's grilled chicken.
His review points pretty much match mine, more like a B than an F.
Now, let's remember McDonald's critics, "they're unhealthy."
Really?  I'm flabbergasted!
Maybe critics need to be careful what they wish for.
Has it ever occurred to them that they'd hate McDonald's even with healthy food?

Big Bear Lake is home to candy, although I'll try it when I get the chance.  My offense of Pearson's Bun is sound-proof since readers can quietly day-dream from what I tell them: Pearson's Bun is candy that looks like a road apple, especially with its sunken nuts.  

As the Angry Video Game Nerd would say, "What were they thinking?"

Spanish made me more aware of Spanish Grammar, and much of English Grammar Rules are familiar to me.  So, it's "an x-ray" and not "a x-ray."  Sometimes when writers go for broke, they tend to insert all these different kinds of phrases that don't match their lingo in real time.  Lingo refers to vivacity and distinctly underlines dialect.  If people want to use words that don't last more than two generations, then they're not particularly interested in grammar, and they talk about something from bulls to complain about tedious cuteness in others.  Dr. Suess knew the truth:

"Hello again!" says one dog.

"Hello!" says another dog.

"Do you like my hat?" says one dog.

"I do not." says another dog.

"Goodbye again!" says that one dog.

-(Did Dr. Suess write these words?  I could have sworn he did.  Correct me if I'm wrong.)

MySpace is filled with movie spoilers, which I don't necessarily scrutinize.  I've written spoilers for Die Twice by Andrew Grant, and spoilers about restaurants I visit.  Look, people can hit that "like" button all they want, but reviewers need to entice customers to try something out.  Why was that lady so upset about bathrooms at Pilot Gas Station?  Also, alcoholics need to chill out, as they do chill out a bit before bursting into flames and creating havoc.

Catster really seems to like snoring cats.
Instead of curing snoring cats, why not dance while they snore?
Have readers ever danced to a snoring cat?
Hey, a snoring cat is music to my ears!

I'm on my day off, so I'm having Goldfish Crackers with Extra Cheddar, and plenty of Coca-Cola Nada.  Panda Express's Orange Chicken is so mild, so intense, quite meaty and sweet, and, unlike the orange chicken from many Chinese restaurants, isn't tasting like jello.

(It's kind of weird to dream of jello chicken.)

So, this is my restaurant feed for today, precious as today.

I hope to find my reviews from my move so I can show some to Yelp and Google Circles and you.

"Obrigado!"

A Rant, 3/13/2016

I like to keep readers informed with what I do, besides restaurant reviews and spontaneous poetry, when the clock starts ringing during the TV episodes and the shimmer of la la la la lava lamps.  I've earned nearly fifteen hundred thousand points in "Raiden" for the Atari Jaguar, and I remember John Lennon's recall for even space and matching faces since my Bakersfield radio station was pumping juice and really displaying the sounds that flow with others' imaginations.  A joystick is not a lamp.  The ready Punch Monster drink was spectacular, me sitting on an unfinished bed two halves of an hour ago with memories of excusable deer into our fences, and of course giving my mom the feed for house reconstruction and maintenance.  Sometimes, I wonder how so many drug addicts feel so powerless eventually.  I suppose people very much get poor sensations after enduring great laps of pain and achieving negative characteristics such as burnt passion or gross humor, so there's commotion between dieting and drug management.  It's personal preference for a sensible drug user myself not to promote abuse, yet strangers often absorb school lessons before leaving centers with mentalities over substances and organization warnings.  Business and government are terms that don't necessitate any distinction between their concepts, for citizens might disclose details in private settings while being extravagant against the public eye.  Existing particulars co-exist as our pains convey our psychologies, or public bitterness serves as a tale forwarded to conundrums.  Tehachapi is my home and I intend to make proper etiquette, designing the environment with gusto and peeling off the lamp shades for better pictures, basically ensuing, meanwhile pursuing articulation rather than cognition for perfection.  It's this minute where information kind of gets at me because my thoughts interfere with each other prior to finishing their positions in that cerebellum.  So, do I hate or love McDonald's?  To tell readers, who are concerned about their health, the truth, I've smoked on occasion, swam the open waters, tumbled down on poor feet, became a bully against bullies, stopped for some cheeseburgers while also pursuing the grey features of my hat (which I borrowed from dad).  Short nickles wake these senses within my own duration; as another way of saying it, a guy's inflicted spirit in conflict with various decisions over pathes.  My right hand wants to eat its fingers.  Terrible happenings tend to personify my awkward love for crooked joysticks and blushing mixed soda, however pointed histories become, whatever progresses from my returns of packages.  Ebay seems like a personal and impersonal number at the same coincidence, since Ebay workers just pull the public's strings for customers deserting principles for unwanted sums.  Whew!  Maybe labor is a kind of sorrow for Alex's personality (Me), then I'm back on the engine with exorbitant language and real discoveries about "Pitfall" and "Galaxian."  Lunch is common for my routine and generally outside.  It takes moments of stagnation for this body, which is my self, to tip-toe through the thin living room, about the Intellivision 2 ("intelligent television by Mattel") toward shoebox cartridges and working discs, successfully implanting myself into hygienic space, combating goals and pushing bubbles, tearing away at the innovation and genuine technology of an old 80's pop console.  Wear and tear are elements to used beauty, an idea to be proved with my feel for the Atari 5200 Super System Joystick, its touch of grinded powder due to over 25 years of usage, and (like Star Wars) feeling the force between the eye-less phantoms who refuse fruit and strictly wander for Pac-Man, my character and a main one for "Pac-Man" for the Atari 5200 Super System.  I've got lucky with old machines, although I've had to alter the joysticks for the Colecovision and the Atari 5200 Super System.  Lord Karnage (a pretentious Youtube name for a gamer who whines) errs with his controlled stipulation for certain gaming consoles, and he should consider that his form of concentration for plane games and racing games shows an identifiable bias for fun and entertainment.  It's painstakingly difficult to pity a whining boy!  Across the gaming population, there are those who purport to hatred in response to specific joysticks and controllers and devices.  While they may say in slangish prose "this controller sucks," I might venture to guess "get into the devices."  A gamer's disinterest can be so vague, me included, but it's possible to have love while hating technology, so there should be more romance and intimate comprehension that isn't so obvious and tiring.  So, what about McDonald's?  McDonald's restaurants have been selling Pokemon toys, and they'd look particular in cuteness to me while I'd cobble up slivered grilled onions and fancy ketchup, so I take minimal steps toward environmental awareness.  Artificial nature is still nature.  Liars about McDonald's believe that meat usually is compromised with worms; so I give conditions to their success of credibility for informing the unknowing ones, with specifics that can be clarified with two single worded phrases, "lonely palms." This is a confession about results that have abounded from some people's relapse; arcade games often present themselves militaristic and fanatical, and imagine trolls swimming on the internet for a real digression other than the monotony of soft commercials with a lack of generosity.  I've tried gaming online, and so many players cuss and swear about their personal belongings, including themselves.  There's philosophic reasoning behind this.  I theorize that vulgarity and arrogance revolve around that same bad habits, and people of those categories are often manipulative while acting cool.  (Strange, huh?)  In all seriousness, the vulgar say "I kick ass" while the arrogant say "I kick ass."  Perhaps these passions revolve around the similar light of prejudice in the form of selfishness, but unwanted support can be proved wrong.  Readers may not know this, but I watched wrestling as a kid and my mind got hindered.  My dad believes that the young need to see violence, which demonstrates his lack of attention and careless sauciness.  So, while 7 years of age, I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger pull his eye out as the terminator in Terminator, all bloody with no hint of peace for the worn robot.  My judgement is formed within the matter of self-pity and excessive attention spans.  With ADD, I paid little attention early on in my childhood, but my teachers forced unreasonable lessons upon my psyche, which resulted in my eventual excessive attention span.  Math used to be more friendly than people for a bully against bullies, so I got high grade point averages and exhaustible attitudes towards physical education teachers.

So, I hope this talk is considered, and I hope readers listen to my poetry and restaurant reviews!
As they say in the Czech language, "Ahoy!"

 

I feel a bit nauseated due to Starbucks' deals.
I mean, Starbucks keeps on selling grounds.
Maybe I don't care much for their milk in those coffee glass bottles.
Honestly, there needs to be chocolate.
Why am I working up a big one?
Of course, Charlie the Unicorn has to deal with a millipede that's like me.
Besides, Harry Potter needs vacations that are simply informal with no straight lines.
So food boy, where's the spectrum?  I mean, the spectrum to health food and wisdom.
Let's touch a tale-stone: perhaps Jules Verne with Facing the Flag needed more islands.
Right now I'm reading Round the Moon, 'round my head.
Stipulations of health food and monsters keep me covered as I wake for the masses.
I have a bag of Corn Nuts!  I like to get grains in as well as vegetables.
My dad seems so elusive to grains.
Here in Tehachapi, I can order fresh salsa tacos with healthy diced tomatoes and grilled chicken.
You can have your diet with fast-food places since basically there's even odds for good choices.
Do health fanatics know that McDonald's has jelly-jam?
Oh boy, I'm at work.
I ranted on Del Taco in the past via Google Reviews when in Sacramento.
Del Taco's workers in Sacramento were vindictive, but of course.
Right now I'm on a diet after gaining 12 pounds.
I mean, 12 human pounds, with a broken scale that tells me I weigh lighter than what I am.
Home Goods has good decorative items, but the Family Dollar store in Tehachapi?
Well, let's just say that cheapness is only food for so many products.

This photo is of one that grandly opened, special to the Sun News.
Joseph Clark basically advertised for the place.
Journalists may not realize their advertising power.
I have a Family Dollar store in Tehachapi, California, and their clocks and candles are run down.
So, why do low prices matter when you get low items?
Why not high prices for high items, or low prices for high items?

Pretty clocks should go with colors that ring out the wavy air of heavy nature to artificial lands.

Still, pleasure is a matter of recognition.

Subway has a good creamy Sriracha Sauce, by the way.

More flowers need to grow at Home Goods, as their advertising right now indicates cartoons.

Something happened to mirrors, something more than my face.

I mean, the readers have faces, that's true.

Our reflections seem to absorb more fog for exclusive times outside my understanding.

It's the spit of fashion.

So, Subway works for full lands.

My brother Evan is married to a barista, he worked with her.

Michael Savage tends to choose from so many morals with bigger pursuits besides marriage.

Around the bend, around the bend.

As readers know, I can't drive because ADD makes me want to spill a shaky sip.

I spend lots of time drinking things: AMP, H20, something Rocket, Peach Brandy, Strawberry Milk.

Doesn't it matter after this thought, or do I assume ownership with kind ones?

These are my diet confessions because diets game themselves over the spectrum and media.

This is from the Washington Post.
Man, this long picture shot just opens its gateway from the world out of its junk food.
Hello, up there!

Okay, now my language can be free as I tell people why diet foods can come from anywhere.

Some people have been leaving diet food programs for meal plans of fresh preparations.

I've been taking Starbucks to a new level.

In fact, McDonald's is a primary selection to add my taste-buds to the floor.

Imagine what people are told in spiritual programs about being powerless as addicts.

On the contrary, I prefer to dip the straw.

With my caffeine addiction, there's actually more empowerment for my personal dress codes.

No food is junk because, quite frankly, it's good to eat different things all the time.

More just happens for money.

While being random, I tickle gum.

So, turmeric colors, sugar alcohol?

Taco Bell really cooks with their Quesalupa!  I mean, really red meat makes me tired of toes.

Help, Help, Help, Help, Help, Help, Help, Help, Help!

En bolsas puedo ayudarte, "I can help you in a purse."

I think I did it again.

No, really.

I mean, spicy Corn Nuts?

I've gotta go to ampm!

The Coca-Cola company has been giving Diet Coke bottles wild colors that shine me through.

Right now, Mickey Mouse's face is gone off of my cup by my desk here.

I've been drinking water to ward off the excess amounts of soda from yesterday.

There's two free music radio stations from Big Bear Lake, just type on Google "Big Bear Radio."

Why do all of these singers and celebrities desire to remain our supposed rulers?

I'll be watching The Voice for voice teaching, since voice is related to dieting.

 

Where I've been, trust me.

So, the guy in the striped hat steals my burgers, then tells me to go?

McDonald's in Castaic, California. Someone was in the rooms with a clipboard, but I don't know if he was a manager. This McDonald's store hasn't remodeled yet. There's glass with stickers of Ronald's friends although the Shamrock Milkshake hasn't arrived before Spring.












Taco Bell store on Coffee Road (I'm thirsty!) in Bakersfield, California. The art and design of the place really stimulates my passion before the Moonstar Alien gets me tickled via emotion! Would you believe me if I told you that there are creamy tacos?

Here are some mountains in Kern County by the roads that get blurry before my camera phone shakes. I do like the blurry photo! I think I'm going to hang some paintings in the rich green house. It was a drive, but I didn't drink any sick cola.

It's been a busy month!  I haven't updated, due to Busy February.
I've basically left Ventura, California.
Now I'm in Tehachapi, but I'll keep up with Ventura's restaurants.

Here's the rich green house bathroom by Indian Wells Drive in Tehachapi, California. It can get kind of rainy here, and the sink doesn't accommodate materials in the way I would like it. I personally think selfies don't present much in the way of art, but they can help with blogging.

Arby's food, Del Taco's food. I prefer adding hot sauce to most anything.

See?  Spicy sauce, creamy chicken!

I'm all jazzed up!

There's Jazz24, a free radio station.

What exactly is a sugar pie?

Hey guys! I've been really busy on projects. Right now I'm reading "Facing the Flag" by Jules Verne and playing "Pac-Man" with loose joysticks. So! Here's my Wal-Mart purchase: 30 striped pencils and 8 gel pens of assorted colors. I try to write as much as I can, but I do need an actual writing space. I don't want to feel awkward while writing; plus, it's strange to write with schizophrenia.

I can't actually touch my friends, so maybe my writing can give them perspective or even a source of edification rather than entertainment. I like to eat at El Pollo Loco! I got free soup from El Pollo Loco, only to come home for a package from Art.com.

I'm into paintings where I can see brush-strokes. I've been working on my blog, but I was delayed for a couple of weeks due to two factors: 1) my schizophrenia, which tends to keep me paused when I need to work more, and, 2) Facebook, with the disappearance of my photos and my realization that their pride is missing due to their website design. (Hee hee!)

Coca-Cola recently has been making colorful designs for their Diet Coke bottles. I have a feeling that somebody's been watching my reviews, especially with the Road Runner now being a mascot for a car deal. The drinks you see here come from Ralph's market, part of a chain in Southern California; plus, there's food from Ameci's which includes meatball sandwiches and a depiction for finished ravioli with BBQ sauce. I dine out everyday so I can get a more clearer picture of the world, rather than sitting by the blur and comprehension of one house I won't live in only.

Okay, I need to label my photos better! I can hardly tell the difference, and guesses are risky. I don't know where the first sandwich comes from (since I've been), but the Chile Lime Shrimp Burrito is from El Pollo Loco 

my favorite because of its elongated shrimp and its tendency to slip up the heat.

One Facebook picture shows the fries with a combo of a Tuna Sandwich from Tony's Burrito Hut, which is wet with Rye Bread and vegetables in Mexican-style-cuts, but another Facebook photo shows Burger King's Original Chicken Sandwich. my favorite because of its elongated shrimp and its tendency to slip up the heat.

Well, it's a Tuna Sandwich from Tony's Burrito Hut at a slanted angle so I can see the meat. I have a book called "The Handel and Haydn Society" that I got from Barnes & Noble for a special price of a couple of dollars (it was marked for $40 even).

I also got my Custom TV Switch for my Atari 5200 Super System, totally by box in black and white. Could you imagine if all TV Switches were in black and white boxes?

Well, I go to a lot of places! There's a Domino's store on Telephone that has a dining setting. The store with the balloons and palm trees is of Jack in the Box by a cafe near Circle K. At Domino's store (besides the 2-liter Diet Coke I was drinking), I had a Small Memphis BBQ Chicken Pizza, which was constructed with elegance with various colored cheeses and BBQ sauce with strips of hot warm chicken pieces. I tell you guys, I ate a work of art!

Well, I use Dove's soap for men! I've been meaning to shower daily so I can perk up since very many days just strike before me. Also, CJ's BBQ Place in Ventura, CA, is very nice with burgers that have pastrami and bacon. Besides, I prefer Spicy BBQ Sauce because of its presence of hotness and that tangy dripping that I let my tongue swell with.

Three Facebook photos come from Sizzler in Ventura, California. I had Malibu Chicken and soup and salad from the buffet snack bar. After that lunch on my birthday, I went with Evan to a car dealership and bought Kashi Tomato Basil & Feta Hummus Crisps from a vending machine by some of Evan's smiling worker friends. Within the next two weeks after, me and mom order Peking's Chinese Lunch Specials for a special Sunday mealtime, and I got Hot Sweet & Sour Soup and a helping of Ginger and Scallion Fish Fillet; the soup was gourmet and warm, and the ginger fish fillet was an odd setting with tastes that ringed my door-bell. Ha ha! I should now note that the Double Jack at Jack in the Box restaurants is a far shot from the Original Jumbo Jack, and I still remembering seeing an old commercial on Youtube where some actors (playing as fire-fighters) were ordering Jumbo Jacks with extra special sauce to go before an emergency; and the Fluttershy photo from My Little Pony is just for show because I think the toy I have of her gives mom a tiny bit of a grace into the more elegant styles of life possible.

"More food from Peking!" That's what my dad would say. The fortune cookies mom and I had on that Special Sunday came from Amay's company located somewhere in the world; my fortune, a slip from my cookie, was bogus; the Crab Meat Rangoon (with the cup of Sweet & Sour Sauce) were creamy and rather mild, albeit a bit crispy. However, look at the other photos here. They came from dad-and-I's trip down to Stockdale Village in Bakersfield, California, a rather deserty geography with the modern hints of suburban city life. While in the village, I dined for Mozzerella Sticks at McDonald's (the store there seemed to have paintings with cubism-styles), bought a bunch of junk at Dollar Tree like Hawaiian sprays and bubble smells, and then went to Home Goods (not pictured) and bought a cute diary for arcade-game-journaling entitled "Create Your Own Magic," with butterflies on the diary and adorable colors and gloss. I tell you, I hope Ronald McDonald finds his way out of the jungle!

This Facebook photo is an aisle photo from Dollar Tree at Stockdale (Stockton?) Village. I will look at my receipts to see if I can talk about the right locations for restaurant reviewing and blogging. I misspelled a word! (I hate it when anybody does that!) The next many photos are of Home Goods' lamps, and I see their products have great appearances but mysterious performances. Days after the village trip, I had Ameci's Tuna Sandwich W/ Italian Dressing (wet and mild, good appetite) along with a handful of Foreign Monster Drinks.

More lamps from Home Goods, very nice crystal clear flavors of rustic wild colors! At least Dollar Tree had Ring Pops, although I think the candy needs a better boot of syrup that doesn't have unordinary sugars in it. I got scents from Dollar Tree like Posture Perfume and Hawaiian AirWick, with a gaming diary for "Pac-Man" from Home Goods, and the peanut butter puff cereal was delicious and quite welcoming.

So, I have a lot of plant photos from Home Goods, as well as those of their temptation accessories (like of the horse head or the creamy clock); I do much enjoy the external look of the curved table, but it probably looks better in a store than in just any home. Also, I forgot about the other photos. My memories are infected with their invisibility because of my caffeine consumption.

Yep, Yogurtland!

My Dell laptop got busted because of unauthorized Chinese viruses; but hey, at least I got an electronic cigarette for 9.99! The Kevita Probotic Lemon Ginger Drink comes from Oxnard, California, and tastes strongly of ginger and has smaller bubbles than those of certain colas. The Whipped Rockstar Drinks from the Shell Gas Station down Telephone Road were good, but their skim dairy hid the goodness of those vitamins.

So, the Rockstar Whipped Fruit Drinks are good, and I'm not bookish about familiar objects; I question myself, so therefore I don't always distinguish pleasure and pain. For example, Lipton makes tea and soup. What's the difference between tea and soup? After all, I might use the same spoon for tea and drink soup like tea. At least the Sausage &Gravy Deep Dish Pie wasn't so loaded with meat, and I got the chance to taste the gravy that's more slick than ice but more powerful than Decaffeinated Cola.

I have Facebook photos of Arby's store in Ventura, California; however, its owner is shutting down the store and building a Starbucks store, demolishing the building beforehand by early 2016 Christmas. It's amazing how you can get Root Beer with lemon slices! Ventura's traffic problem doesn't seem to be solvable because the city was quite built before the onslaught of people being born and raised like people before them. With traffic and ADD, my relationship with driving is poor and unlikely.

Loaded Fries, Market Fresh!
See what I can do?

Much time ago, me and my parents went to In-N-Out by an interesting couple of plazas many miles from Bakersfield, California, and I hesitated to take a picture of the outside dining setting while Muslim women were eating and looking in general directions, but I do like some of In-N-Out's paintings and look forward to Animal Style Fries about a week more later when we've settled in Tehachapi, California, more. In addition to this subject of restaurant explorations, I tended to take buses around East Main in Ventura, California, and eat at Arby's for limited edition items like Gyros and Andes Chocolate Mint Shakes, and basically I've been eating different kinds of food and drinking different kinds of drink for a better pursuit of taste.

There are no muslims in the photo above.
I moved the camera away from some muslim women.
Would a sensitive, spiritual person, like me, shoot them out?

Well, I've long since sold my Nintendo DSi Portable. I need to get my videogames back in order and set up a trackball arcade in the green living room by the micro blue kitchenette. I plan to have a couple of lava lamps with the swirling, colorful streams of lava clouds that drift like sponges behind hot glass capped with sizzling water. This photo came from my Nintendo DSi Portable, and it's strange like the blood-sucked bowl of a hungry nocturnal bat.

Whew! The move went great! Tehachapi is closer to the mountains I know of when after.

Loads of food, of course! I like the daily recourse of any specific item from Starbucks, the onion ring with dad's beard on it, the Grilled Chicken Clubs from Tony's Burrito Hut (with wrinkled bun) and Carl's Jr. (with straight bun); besides that, I've had some disappointing Valentine's Day Candy recently while making the move, and I swear I say "large" at Starbucks!

Tony's Burrito Hut.
Grilled Chicken Club.
Am I a crazy chicken?

I read my updates on Facebook and many posts from family and friends, although Facebook has been keeping a lot of those guys "hidden" from my Facebook home page. I'm determined to get back to blogging now that I've moved. Basically, Black Bear Diner off Wheeler Ridge has a jukebox inside, and I got Starbucks and spicy Corn Nuts from ampm along with special Diet Cokes from Carl's Jr by Ventura's beach's way. For good barbecue food in California, I recommend the Bear Pit because of their special barbecue sauce with its home spices; besides, maybe CJ's BBQ in Ventura is similar and definitely has juicy cheeseburgers and spicy barbecue sauce. Man, none of the clothes at that Black Bear Diner would fit me, and their bags would be good enough for collecting spiral marbles!

Well, I dined with Nathan (my little brother) at Henry's Cafe in Tehachapi while he talked about movies for dad and I complained about naked tuxedos. Old Towne Pizza in Tehachapi had a great busy atmosphere that night when my parents and I lived in our new house for the first day. Of course, Black Bear Diner has the number one sandwich in my book, but their patty melts want barbecue sauce while their Huckleberry Ice Cream sure could use some cherries. You know, huckleberries and cherries? I don't like to eat one fruit, but more than one fruit. People at Black Bear Diner need to listen to the Wiggles' "Fruit Salad" and get absorbed into multiple flavors that combine into one. So, huckleberries and cherries?

This is not the number one sandwich.
I'm talking about the Blazin' Bear with #1!

Lance makes these mysterious chocolate crackers with a minty cream, and I see Baja Fresh makes grilled vegetables, and AMP, and Pearson's Maple Chocolate Bun, and AMP, and Sun Village Donuts in Ventura (California) sticks the jalapenos in with eggy ham and bacon, and AMP.

Sun Village Donuts.
So, paintings.

"Pardon our Dust." That's what the managers said at the apartments. Now we're in Tehachapi. I've been recently keeping diaries for videogame scores to record my points from games such as "Pac-Man" or "Raiden." That club sandwich at Denny's Family Diner was cute, and that McDonald's restaurant in Fillmore (with the choo-choo sign) right now has a great breakfast bowl with spinach and white egg slices.