Poem- "Simple Hint"

“Simple Hint”

fire fire
water water

plants in the house
plants in the yard

water water
fire fire

plants in the yard
plants in the house

"Broken Exclamation"- Drawing with Charcoal

"Broken Exclamation" by GameUniverso

The top two shapes are fuzzy whereas the bottom shape looks like a sharp token.
I've made this in appreciation of drama and combat.

https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Broken-Exclamation-712573569

Restaurant Review, Old Towne Pizza 20430 Brian Way Ste 5 Tehachapi, CA 93561

Restaurant Review, Old Towne Pizza in Tehachapi, CA

A pizza restaurant such as this can’t decide on its strike zone.  I’ve gotten a lot of cold food and uncooked portions because of this place since workers around here obviously fail to take an honest stand on quality and performance.  To be sure visits have been taken at a pizza establishment where cheese pies either have too few of toppings or excessive amounts is what’s been considered in my seething mind after being given service that’s very much like a rude point of confrontation, on the part of employees who’d rather build a sandwich out of the wrong bread or dispute on my pleasure with their incorrigible senses.  Before leaving the restaurant on each visit, reminders of nasty blue whales and cigarette fires are indicated by signs around that lobby with the utmost hate of another creature’s pleasure in spite of a considerable fact over their treated meats: they’re often riddled with untoasted vegetables, cheese that’s too mellow for a quality frozen dinner, not for me to show off too much when I’m remarking on busted arcade machines which reveal more than plenty of grime.  Everything just seems to be shaken up for the worst and any mystery about beauty is tarnished with gross examples of illiteracy as indicated from signs that really can’t form the context of meaning to help on dirty values, although such values would be useful to paint out an image for a horror movie instead of turning into the remarkable hints for a dignified restaurant.  Understanding, or attempting to learn from failures a lot less until my appetite returns for paying good attention, may not necessarily be lacking for customers who have entered the hot spot for family gatherings and get-togethers with friends because (let’s face it) we’ve been encountered for our survival and so many problems in the restaurant accumulate into its messed-up haven since humanity is burdened with negative problems and interesting situations all on the same history.  With love in my heart and a spirited vibe for uncomfortable food, at least those symptoms I’ve gotten from restaurant visits to this local hot spot put in a desired mood for other food; eating from so many dishes over the years has made me more appreciative of corporations for their contributions to the food industry and I’m satisfied or displeased for taste which continues to be determined with unusual experiments, awkward moments, trying out samples, debating on pleasure, and food for thought.  Please me if you must; however, dignity for yourself must be achieved.  Don’t insult yourself for knowing beauty like a manager here does when we’re supposed to examine its contents and verify the quality being used to portray kinds of gifts or disasters on a biased presentation of menus, showy messages, mild sauces, worker etiquette, and effective or bad means.  This restaurant stinks and should be avoided.        

Sports Update, Photo- "Rings of Sunshine"

"Rings of Sunshine" by GameUniverso (me, myself)

Well, the World Series for baseball has been good for the major league of adult sports because it's poetic no matter who team wins.
Anyways this is a photo selection of what's considered photo manipulation for the orb in the sky we can either call sun or moon, depending on circumstances.
Adobe Photoshop helps, plus there's painting apps on the internet for your (let's say) "photography of art".
Be careful of what you hang on the wall: once the picture is hung, you'd probably have to do additional house damage with a different picture selection.
Try to choose a picture that leads to its meaning, or, if no meaning is present, at least have the picture's mystery be vivid and interesting.

https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Rings-of-Sunshine-712225167

History on Poetry- “Divided Quotes”

“Divided Quotes”

Poetry is a thread which leads to its hot shadow,
To command on bias for perfection within mellow beauty
Until eyes have to be plumbed against reflection, hence
We’ve taken our meaning of bait, when, as years change
Those deaths out of musical roar and fortune, a flag loses
Its invisible breath to once again (permit) permit
Flashing angels of their slogans toward
Ghosts exceeding in future’s windy flow.

My Link ("Here's My Card"): https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/

Baseball Update with Poem Called "Wild Opinion"

**This just in, false information has been passed of the Los Angeles Dodgers by others and I care about Serena's baby.

“Wild Opinion”

My brave illusion to spree under omen from exhausted
quality of attraction when breaking off focus
as returned will share locomotion above raining coldness
within occurrence so mastered, prior to graduate
our authority before origin quite parted toward
growing homes collapses of peace.



https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wild-opinion/

Pregnancy Poem- "Split Second to First Finish"

Split Second to First Finish

“Recovery is another surface.
Tomorrow is the eternity we can die in.”
-Alex Julian

A doctor knocks on the pregnant woman’s tummy.
This baby inside tells him to come in.
Of course, the doctor informs him that he needs to come out.
Why can’t someone arrive?  Such a little baby!

So the doctor works with her to get the babe pushed.
“When I relax you for further action and lift, we’ll push.”

“I don’t know,” says infant.  “I’ve been dancing near the muscle.”
Dr. Know-It-All has both baby and mother in tune for sonatas.
“I’ve honestly been searching you two.  1,2,3…
We’ve seen the cave in her and we’re starting
Procedures to release your life.”

A baby pours over the formal blanket to his motherly source
Before he sheds enough tears to fill dad’s bucket.
“Now!” The doctor lifts bucket to cheer more
In patient focus, “I’ve gotten your tears,
Neander Chaud!  We’ll pour your tears to those
Dead flowers and they’ll grow into your mother’s painting again.”

Like magic, almost like a treat, the doctor pours Neander’s tears
Onto fourteen dead flowers with gross ambiguities, until
The worn plants start growing into a French painting of Neander’s dad!

“What’s the meaning of love?” Neander’s mother tries to weep.

“Let’s cry like treats do near the forgotten tea from Hawaii.”
The doctor is very assuming.

They all lift nails on fingers to flesh across eyes
And a gentle radio booms out with historical sound.
“This is so beautiful!” Baby Neander points to the living painting
Before he knows much of French boutiques; thus,
He shoots great compliments at both nurses in
The Ohio hospital, who happen to be bronze twins
Who use Chinese puppets for a show on his grandma’s
Small television, so blue in mobility with a rotting battery.

“Yes, Neander!  We’ve recovered beauty to add your primary thought.”
Dr. Know-It-All puts down their book of questions
And uses a cube of ice to draw a portal in the painting.
“Now, who wants to go first?  Is it arriving or passing?”
Baby and mother look at each other while they
Take addition of blankets and ask the two nurses…
What is it?  Oh, both nurses are asked for dollars.
“What dollars!” Mother and Neander cheer, “We’ll buy
The painting that comes from death!”

“Hold on.”  Dad checks his broken watch from Europe.
(All people in the quarter see Neander’s dad through the portal.)

“Aren’t we anything from doubt?” Neander inquires.

“You’ve been on this first day outside of her tummy,
Neander, so we’re going to chase birds on a beach.”
Dad gets out cheap globes and juggles all four
Until he empowers the lit entrance by a great toss.

“Where’s Neander’s bottles?”
“Right here.” Dr. Know-It-All puts all three pacifiers on their bed.

Neander and his mother push themselves.  Their bed
Enters dad’s portal and live happily ever after.
Wait… isn’t the year two million months after Christ?  Dimensions are
Built to carry birth and death: Even with Neander’s
Bottles, milk filled with honey from Neo Vietnam,
New technology may surprise the jerk after shocking aftermath.

https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Split-Second-to-First-Finish-711407781

Digital Painting- "Cupid's Egg" by GameUniverso (me, myself)

"Cupid's Egg" by GameUniverso (me, myself)

This is a vivid presentation, now!
I consider shapes in reality and mold them into something unique.
My first real completed painting is Cupid's Egg.
Recommended with a gold hat, two pop-tarts, and fresh movies.

https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Cupid-s-Egg-711248576

Road Photography- "Easter Neon"

"Easter Neon" by GameUniverso (me, myself)

This is an unknown road.
It's interesting to see sweet colors here to add onto our bucket list of art to exaggerate.
We know the roads are separate from the mountains because of the particular values; in other words, with the presenting of nature's initials which take the forms of shapes, colors, and overall designs.
A small photo is good, but a bigger photo can help you get the picture while being further away from it on a couch or sofa.
Only bite if you can chew and enjoy!

https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Easter-Neon-710875937

Videogame Review, Galaxian for the Atari 5200

Videogame Review, Galaxian for the Atari 5200

Controls are riveting with mystical gameplay.  Those Martians become arrogant with elements of surprise until power succeeds in either your assistance or their galactic soar.  I keep Earthly record of close encounters in a pretty diary with an image of a butterfly and turn to dramatic screens for the unspeakable future because dozens upon thousands of deranged lasers have caused me trouble whenever I’m in the open space with planetary wishes.  “Greetings Earthlings!  We’re the reversed force of sight and you shall know your feelings when destruction may pass.”  Okay, so aliens on this game don’t talk.  At least my freedom of imagination, along with freedom of speech, is that main ingredient for gameplaying which permits my appetite for the outer reaches of space even as I call out signals to myself in order to proceed with visual completions.  Try to say my praise in the kind of vocal flow only to love this game of tremendous goals so quickly, so energetically alien, with rude metaphors and notions of prosperity, until you’ve become dormant with human races and galactic support to the point of aptitude.  Your aptitude with those visual completions will dot you onto enemy onslaught, evasive moves, designations for slow lasers, and universal fortitude by armies of dynamic colors, although maybe an enemy’s spiritual effects make you realize how local you are to various stars when opportunity is knocking at the door for which you apply voluntary violence.  Voluntary violence?  That phrase is part of my open-minded alliterations to describe the objectives, but what’s all this about volunteering and combat?  Truth must be encountered as you attempt this game or else everything will rot.  We can be particular about the shifting controls and decide on the analog nature of Galaxian for the Atari 5200 because humans, akin to the Martians here, probably know their own appetite for playing such a beast.  You can move slow and you can move fast, or stop, hence there’s progress with the speeding variations of UFO-movement.  Blue Print on the Atari 5200 involves strange creatures, too.  This edition of Galaxian provides use with strings of armies as lasers get more and more understood.  Martians here exceed on their promise of death as you encounter hordes, dismantle their general means of destruction per army, or both of the above with the game’s silly or focused appeal.  That’s what I like about this game: superior quality and inferior touch are present, leading to a mystical form of presentation that exceeds on odds but amplifies basics.  A hardcore game of such nature stiffens your mind into focus and proceeds with gross examples.  Negative equations and mistaken calculations put you in the pilot’s artificial seat and add onto the chaotic mess you’re doomed with, so any teasing creature in the galactic hemisphere is eventually proven to be wrong for being very strange to your progress.  Try Galaxian for the Atari 5200 and my vague definitions will be implied in open space.                

Attribution to Arcade Photo- Mika1h on Wikipedia @https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Galaxian_flyer.jpg

Poem of Garbage

“Dear Andy Forn the Great”

Dear Andy Forn the Great,

Here’s a list of ideas you have:

Money is gone when you spend
it.  Nobody is from any local place.
Government doesn’t create jobs.
She’s a witch.  You don’t care about
the ancient past but love history.
You don’t like the word “diet”
because you plan your meals.  She’s
a witch.  People want to take your
money and be jerks.  Mmmmmm,
pizza.  “I don’t like people.”  You
like being with people.  There’s a
wallet in the bank.  You have fun
clamping and friends don’t like you.
The word “clamping” is not slang to
you because your friends mean it,
although your friends are stupid and
sometimes talk about disgusting
ideas.  Tommy has abandoned you and
you’ve been talking to him.  “I get
tired of burgers,” you mumble as you
shovel that crap in.  Wendy needs
help.  Wendy doesn’t need help.
Wendy needs help.  Wendy doesn’t
need help.  She can’t walk and needs
exercise.  Big fat doggy!  He’s fat.
“My pants don’t fit!”  That driver is
stupid.  “Did I miss the traffic light,
Alex?  I can’t wait to be in the moun-
tains.”  You’re in the mountains.  You
need to be further away from people.
You like South Park.  “That’s crude,
Alex.”  Poetry is not interesting.  You
hum to songs.  “I get frustrated with
clients.”  You like talking to people.



All of these ideas above are what
you’ve said.

It’s very clear, from your use of
precise language with random fancy,
that YOU HAVE NO MIND.


Please, retrace your steps!

You’re a source of discord and
mean.

I love you, but you don’t know what
you’re doing.



Sincerely,
Alexander the Great

P.S. Woe is me! I’ve forgotten my Hot Pockets!

Historical Poem

“History Lesson”

Fold a yankee,
Twist a cardinal,
Push a ranger,
Hit a dodger,
Pull a giant,
Foul an angel,
And you get a pirate!

-Alex Julian (GameUniverso)

https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/History-Lesson-710203124

History Book Review, The Mainstream of the Modern World: the Fall of the Dynasties by Edmond Taylor

History Book Review, The Mainstream of the Modern World: the Fall of the Dynasties by Edmond Taylor

(1963)

Taylor’s details are so palpable I imagine dirt.  It’s to my emotional favors his academic lines ring the bell for discussion on warfare, bits of early vehicle fashion, a Kaiser’s intrigue for mobile weapons (swords, responsible guns), and the Ice Age’s effects in parallel to Woodrow Wilson’s chess players.  Okay, so maybe his ideas have a certain kind of slip which determines the vocal flow of authorship, so whatever conversation we consider of his within the range of historical question marks toward a vivid history book such as this may remind us of blood and soil generals play combat of for the sakes of conflicting national securities.  Japan itself should interest Russia more until there’s a break for violent rest and yet planes must be those vehicles becoming handy through the more modern/recent years of the 1900’s in response to WW2 inventions.  Taylor isn’t a fool; he’s a journalistic historian with raving formality.  Then again, such controlled authorship can perspire in successions about merits Earth’s gone through drama with to the point of world-weary commotion on his person.  Words in the last sentence are much akin to Taylor’s details in mannerism because he often uses radiant imagery for his display of emotion over conflicting matters and he’s hot-and-trot without notions that are too disturbing since he’s not a scholastic cheat and follows rules for historianship in absence of ever-too-strict reliance on fundamental basics.  Consider, for instance, his use of foreign-sounding words whenever certain topics of other countries are exaggerated and imagined as literary ideas we may apply reality to so we in turn get exotic tastes and implications of the country leaders’ reasoned madness.  Whether I’m talking about past, present, and future, or about the distressing signals between country leaders in unique forms of cultural progress, I can’t admit to so clearly, as so many people are scattered on Earth that it’s been impossible to conceive my effectual talk although Taylor demonstrates abstract powers while laying down the line of proper horror.  Taylor warns about the kind of truth you might have while experiencing pleasure since world leaders, who are the more aggravated individuals with their enthusiasm of gross humors, tend to barter with unofficial work and politely discuss their biases on nationally selfish decisions during those crimes of passion you may not actually see but instead thoroughly imagine.  Edmond Taylor, what a complex colleague he is!  I’ve seen tremendous visual hints of those implicating battle situations by Taylor’s random storytelling.  History is something to be random on as events pass more and pass less when such determination for visual undertakings is assumed by an incredible author who can define his focus and pay attention through spirit and effectual character instead of just through heavy analysis of Woodrow Wilson’s fourteen points and impacts of death from WW1.  This book is punctual, effective art with a historical touch of prudence.              

"Grey Blood" by GameUniverso

"Grey Blood" by GameUniverso

This abstract picture is a work of minimalism with great streaks of various shades of grey which may appear luminous or depressing, effectual or sad, depending on what your eyes are doing when you follow the work-of-art's seemingly magnetic lines. It's way more of a obscure demonstration than a scrap because you can get a great big canvas of the marvelous ambiguities and have the artwork blend with a silver wall or some refined architecture with more of a distinguished reflection. You'd be freaked out if I told you how I made those variably dramatic shapes, but, basically, I've played around with computers and phones with unofficial work in order to exhibit work with more of a touch of flare. No fake sketch of boring rats here! I suggest this painting if you're looking for spiritual beauty without having the mess of so many random, inappropriate objects you don't prefer for melding a living room into your stimulating build. To be fair, a lot of things in art do seem random and originality is impossible without the willingness to be random. Competitors can speak much of each other, so you may consider my ways of taste when I display radiant images with so much exaggeration and dignity, all without getting into art that's way too loopy or convoluted with easy, dull hints of reality. Extremes must have dignity and not just be playful with typical humor. Let's have an extension on pleasure instead of just the mere proposal of such emotional favors.

https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Grey-Blood-709653798

"Getting Even" by GameUniverso

"Getting Even" by GameUniverso

I took this baby while being near a building to help on an image for the sneaky trees against a multicolored sky's exaggerations.
As far as tennis goes, there's been intensity in all of the matches.  Golf can be approved of if you're willing to momentarily observe clean tastes and Toys R Us has seen the crack of dawn numerous times.  So, why has there been so much mystery of a sigh?  You know, to leap out of boredom and get to waste for refreshment?  I've been recently informed (much to my dismay) that Burger Chef was a restaurant chain with over a thousand locations until the last location disappeared out of a consumer's disinterest.  Anyways, this photo is good small or big depending on your conceived stereotypes for perfection.  What's happened to the mystical faith of the mid-1900's?  I don't know.  A fox may sleep on my deck while I remember the free mints closer to Earth's obsession of gross returns.  Ignorance is the knowledge we wish to improve until it either vanishes or becomes superior gusto.



https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Getting-Even-709487413

Loss of American Capitalism: A Dead Restaurant Chain

Burger Chef Commercials (Complete Collection)

There was this restaurant chain called Burger Chef.
It's an interesting historical reference for Star Wars, which they promoted.

https://youtu.be/iSfMPo6KWps

Graphic Book Review, Darkness There: Selected Tales by Edgar Allan Poe

Graphic Book Review, Darkness There: Selected Tales by Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar’s great stories aren’t praised with enough impressive pictures.  There’s little visual appeal to the devilish raven, the invading orangutan, Edgar’s torn library, “Night’s Plutonian shore”, a helping French army, Spanish killers, and so many of Edgar Allan Poe’s idols or tokens because Corley is afraid of giving those horrific materials and creatures their illustrious presentation.  Corley has some of the same interests as I do and yet gives the horror book its poor minimalism which doesn’t commend Edgar Allan Poe on the bloody tragedies he writes with superior gusto or the absolute horror we assume with hungry appetite in his visual hints on negative problems.  A great undertaking has been made with this book, which is supposed to be a refined collection of the famous poet’s haunting idolatry with comic imagery, but Corley’s visual demonstrations have more to owe for tremendous impact if we wish to actually be scared instead of just sit merely enthused.  It’s not just about Edgar; it’s about Corley.  I’m trying to rack through my spiritual mind as to whether this horrific book just goes under the directional compass when visual obstructions aren’t portrayed with a nice touch of freedom or Edgar’s improvisational results are given less cues in feature presentation since comic-book styles may be abused for the sakes of public minimalism to thwarting effective art.  Edgar’s temperament should be given its due with the most extreme images Corley can come up with in absence of initial worries even if the general exaggerations of tragedies in the eternal stories are disputed with humor when classical readers suspend all notions of common sense in place of gross ambiguities, for which exotic blood from a monkey in what I term as a “disturbed house” can add onto our imaginary pleasure through pictures which complement the French paper in some morning near a lot of checkerboards.  Text is wordy, right?  We can’t come clean with this book, but we can’t get dirty with it either.  Its minimalism isn’t historical in the slightest and Corley’s quality of any kind is floating in his simplistic cloud of knowledge as horror isn’t given injustice.  How’s horror supposed to be short and sweet?  It’s taken me many hours to read this collection and from looking again at the tri-color visuals of red, black, and white, I don’t see how Edgar’s stories are given dignity to which horror can exaggerate with uncomfortable beauty.  “Darkness There” seems to be more of a pun on Edgar’s lovable terror than a real flow of worshipful sentiment on Edgar’s true meanings of implicit thrill and haunting psychology and it’s wished that such horrible pictures of fantasy can be provided in higher number and with more astronomically gross traits of murder, although I can terrifically recommend Edgar’s original writings you might find on dusty shelves in true libraries across much of the nation.              

https://www.amazon.com/Darkness-There-Selected-Kindle-Motion-ebook/dp/B01G1YIMEO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1507786714&sr=8-1&keywords=Darkness+There

Attribution: Photo on Upper Page is Amazon's.

Considering Truth

Bank of America: "Stores don't take words."

My Answer: "Stores take words.  Your lie computes with your ignorance."

Rural Photography in Central California- "Tierra Fresca"

"Tierra Fresca" by GameUniverso

This is a street view of a rural city somewhere in Central California.
Some of these streets, although there's houses, are actually public even if they look like something from a horror movie about aliens.
It's the public's credit as well as mine; nature can be so beautiful and spread out to its values.  Cartoonish style is profound, yet our magnetism for it proceeds on values.
A few streets in my city are basically dirt blocks which may resemble personal space when in fact they're universal space for the locals.
I've seen a photographer here and there.  Do I have a degree in photography?  No; I learn from practice, internet, and real-life encounters.
Many works of mine are specific to my imaginary biases.
Freedom of speech means showing others what you've got within reasoned jurisprudence as opposed to hiding in public while in the... well, public.
Look at my digital paintings on objects that deserve magnificence of attention.
Tennis and golf are on my radar because sports matter in spiritual effects.  Maybe I can take sports photos.  I've taken wrestling photos of Rhino in the past and Nascar has had a great victory lap of looping in Las Vegas with an amateur winner in the advertised end.  Why not have fun?  I smell biscuits somewhere in my own head.

https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Tierra-Fresca-709140249

Rural Photography with Rural Poem

"Rolling Layers of Sunshine" by GameUniverso

This is a widespread picture of a few hills somewhere near Tehachapi when I'm out and about.
It's a Californian photo, that's for sure!  I recommend a smaller canvas of this image, but the details are smooth and fine as far as rural values go if you know a thing or two about cartoons, Looney Tunes, and Japanese textbooks.  Photo manipulation can show hidden beauties.

https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Rolling-Layers-of-Sunshine-708988227

Tiny Poem- "Historical Hint"

My “dirty word” sounds clean from a distance;
I see to blankets relocated on Hook
But mobile Spicy Cheese in résistance
While slamming Russian pharaohs through faded book…
Poof, poof, poof!  I tear from leaf at the word.

Here's a Tiny Bit of Information

Unhelpful Lie

"You don't have to follow any formula or fit any standard.  Just go for what's right for you and be happy."

Videogame Review, Mario Kart 8 Deluxe for the Nintendo Switch

Videogame Review, Mario Kart 8 Deluxe

Brilliance goes with this innovation for new completeness.  Racing courses from numerous consoles are brought into complexity of presentation with redefined worlds for you to play in with joyful controllers against diminishing returns not existent in the portable files.  There’s less red and black streaks of color overall on Mario Kart 8 than in Darth Vader’s quarters and thus a cartoonish approach is Nintendo’s way of saying thank you to videogame players who love the beauty of technology when it’s given a comedic touch.  Selections of those racing worlds you might be familiar with from playing the Nintendo 64 are touched again to create alluring special effects which help fill the voids the games had on the minimalist Mario Kart 64, so, along with other selections you might be familiar with from playing some of Nintendo’s other consoles, you can expect graphics to transcend motion controls in the sense of applying visual proportions for which any and all action matters.  Graphics matter because art matters; neither should be disqualified for improper ugliness.  Don’t be arrogant while reading my praise or else some awkward voice will cross your lips to an insane tune for which Donkey Kong may relate to while exploring the imperfect wild in a sweet canyon near a group of biscuits, although maybe his tone is smoother here than it was on the N64 when he explored a mountain barren of sweets.  What’s to be said for a game for which controllers need so much joy and no charge?  Am I happy again?  I like to get to the point with Mario Kart’s visuals when they are somewhat explicit within a range of technological causes on tremendous options for long gameplay with wise guys attempting to crash into my fun by use of provocative shells, lightning that shrinks a toad, animating bombs on a dragon’s mouth to ninja, and exquisite feathers for the king of the pack in a session of battle.  However great definitions like these are depends on your intellectual mood for Mario Kart 8 as you go through long moments of struggle to come to terms with refreshing art that stimulates focus with extraordinary odds at work and trying to impact the beauty with progress may by short notice take you on a wild ride of pixels toward those royal heavens, including a princess’s raceway where red carpet matches the extravagance of her facial abstract window from which Bowser disappeared in rainbow effects on Super Mario 64.  In other words, the Nintendo Switch exhibits refinements to the point of glory for which Mario resumes championship matches with controlling graphics, positive visual hints, spiritual entertainment, good times and bad times, with pretty dimensions to add onto prosperity you can see and feel with the pushing of tough buttons upon miraculous outcome.  It’s high definition, of course!  Mario Kart 8 succeeds in totality.        

https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Review-for-Mario-Kart-8-Deluxe-on-the-Switch-708608804

Recovery

“Lost Visit”

My old drink to its color of temperature will shine.
Ice goes with spoon which off reflection is mine.
Some wave of a clean tide has not occurred to rest.
Your gift fills help in on credit we burn echo for chest.

Moon Photo- "Starfish in the Leaves" by GameUniverso

"Starfish in the Leaves" by GameUniverso

I did this art.
It's assumed that this is surreal because I refer to things around me.
The starfish can be the light or colors in general that stretch out.
I suggest you look at reviews of mine in my Journal and get the catch of my personal tastes.
Criticism is welcome and I enjoy input.

https://gameuniverso.deviantart.com/art/Starfish-in-the-Leaves-708048314

Videogame Review, Mario Kart 64 for Nintendo 64 (Wii U)

Videogame Review, Mario Kart 64 for Nintendo 64 (Wii U)

Cheap 3D.  Mario Kart 64 is vague with incomplete pictures and characters have the faces of death on shaky grounds to areas you don’t want to be in.  I end up in some attic dripping with jelly after falling off a bridge toward a fiery river or look at yellow-green sky while dipping into a pond filled with lime soda, thus Mario Kart 64 has bad forms of minimalism which you can observe in the castle of a monstrous king and a raceway where Luigi’s hot balloon is floating in data that isn’t fun or memorable.  I’ve paid attention to the small bits of Nintendo’s expression and thought such a company makes light of a masterpiece like Super Mario 64 and comes up with another work of performance that’s blended way too much to show proper dynamics for Mario’s racing.  At least Donkey Kong’s voice is rude and abrupt, which is supposed to be the gorilla’s call of the imperfect wild since his racing course shows different flows of gameplay when Mario Kart 64 feels like self-determining its program.  There’s either too little or too much, so my excitement levels for reality which are on various intermediate ranges of my emotion are wildly violated because the game wants to force in the drama without making Nintendo’s focus explicit.  To be sure, since I create works of art which display much vagueness for wild interpretations, there’s motion in my heart for Nintendo’s promise since a smiling star lies in space where he can hardly see his brothers, a minimalist sculpture acts as Bowser’s hearth to a place with mysterious lava, and Mario congratulates me with a child’s voice as he enjoys cake and tea at Peach’s ugly castle.  Okay, maybe I have stories twisted around.  Pleasure still has to involve reality before we can just depart from reality, for, if Mario Kart 64 fails to ever get to intermediate material or Nintendo presents us with minions against stars we can give in dispersed reviews, pleasure sensors will be up for destructive grabs as players smash their controllers, don’t know where they are, grind teeth and go along for the confusing ride, however we manage anger as Nintendo stands there and shows off CPU.  Often I swear in simple talk with cleanness beyond exceptional attitude as a driver is selected with a button and I go roaring into a mountain with too much of the same chocolate, way so much of boring rocks and lame dirt that I can hardly stand without discussing sublime poetry when Nintendo jumps the gun.  Honesty is the best policy and Mario Kart 64 is very difficult to handle (especially in Yoshi’s valley and a circuit with penguins), leaving gross dimensions in my wake although the pictures within the flow of gameplay exhibit prospects that need to be more touched on.  Please, artists, touch your art!  Go on the wicker spoon and show that star’s grin to yours or else baffle the beauty, try at a comfortable device like a turtle-shell crook and mark off the task list after going with negative problems toward Bowser’s miserable art.    

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Videogame Review, Pinball for the Nintendo Entertainment System (Wii U, too…)

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Videogame Review, Pinball for the Nintendo Entertainment System  (Wii U, too…)

Pinball has florid animation even if you save a falling lady.  Remember Doozie from 1968?  Well, Pinball is adventurous in a class of so many pinball games just like Doozie is.  What often happens in the NES game is birds hatch, seals bounce, you pick a few cards, a lady is falling, and Mario is scrolling.  (Carpenter or plumber?  Mario’s that question.)  Gameplay dynamics become the part of Nintendo’s imaginary standards while balls float against bars and special dots are obtained for circus entertainment, so title music from the beginning and on will seem like one accolade for pinball representation.  Words just roll on the tongue as I wonder about Doozie and Pinball: there’s most certainly old pinball styles with both games, yet- after encountering a sandwich and dipping a pickle- I’m thinking about dramatic output to which Pinball succeeds in without ending most games in a real hurry.  Machine, not me.  A pinball on this NES game tends to float around objects whereas a pinball in Zen Pinball 2 on Wii U can simply zip right past objects; therefore, reality shouldn’t be too expected with either game.  But it’s possible for pinball to be represented in abstract forms since the NES is capable of displaying fantasy worlds in absence of boredom and mundane obligations.  You’re probably thinking about my focus or my personal ways of criticism and I admit real quality reviewership is a key element to a programmer’s fatigue and awe for Pinball as it’s still on NES categories and demonstrates an arcade experience which surpasses Pong on the Sega Genesis.  Oops!  I need to be fairer about arcade experience before I can travel to a major city for Target’s products on Sega even if many broken arcade machines remind me of Area 51; to create this sentence on quality performance I must excuse Zen Pinball 2 after talking about things that can be mistaken for defects.  Games that hit my radar with a pass like Pinball go in different classes just like bad games do for the fail.  In fact, those hatching birds on Pinball are generic abstractions for a moving pinball as more points are added to a high score in white numbers.  I demonstrate casual authority whenever I play Pinball because the game over sign is assumed through seeing an 8-bit show I may control with subtle moves.  Electrifying data is constant in Pinball with beauty to show for dreary situations where Mario lifts an aisle to catch a damsel in distress.  She’s falling through the codes.  Anyways it must be a happy event to take advantage of the Nintendo Entertainment System and fly with Pinball- a game with fun data in continuous motion of pleasure for sweet eyes as another thought or two may pass about a sandwich; though in discernment of entertainment, while I work away at high scores after reading game manuals for specified literature, Pinball excels on spiritual effects for a comedic touch. 

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Videogame Review, WWF Raw for the Gameboy

Videogame Review, WWF Raw for the Gameboy

Wrestlers move too much like clones with dramatic entrances and little to finish.  There needs to be more electrifying drama in the gameplay but I don’t see how a few simple moves of punches and kicks can make a powerslam effective in the appeal, let alone these powers I assume wrestlers here exhibit with staring eyes and distinguished clothes.  I’ve probably listened to Bret Hart’s music on so many opportunities as I get them and yet his entrance here on Gameboy’s Raw is missing his flashing articles and he looks uglier than the crowd; this may be because crowds should relax more than wrestlers and so their natural appetite is shown in a casual posture.  Collectivism is in the crowd and those shadowy wrestlers don’t exhibit individualism in action since there’s few moves and hardly any move leaves a real finishing touch on action and performance.  So most of those distinct gestures by WWF in the early 90’s that you may be familiar with are just simply not existing with promise on this game or happening by accident on this game.  Is the Gameboy really weak?  Here’s a list of Gameboy games- Donkey Kong is better than NES, Tetris DX is as good as NES, and WWF Raw is worse than NES.  Welcome to the great variety of art, from winner to loser!  Neat capitalism on my shelf- to go from my couch to get at another boring match with Diesel although he had such great class at WrestleMania with his child!  Maybe Shawn really is a kid; I can see his tiny form on my nice green screen.  Does Shawn wrestle differently compared to Diesel, on the Gameboy?  Short answer: “No”.  Long answer: “He’s pulling off moves which are as strong as Diesel’s and reality is violated through the game”.  I’m trying to make sense of this.  Why would I want a good guy to poke someone in the eyes over and over until kingdom come?  In fact, the kingdom never comes.  Visuals for eyes need enhancement and contrast.  Don’t mistake the Gameboy; although you may think it’s old and has decayed with continuous use over the years, what you see on the illustrious screen may be how it always would’ve been.  I know; I’ve grown up with mine: it’s red and looks like the Virtual Boy I saw at Blockbuster years ago.  WWF Raw fails to display a wrestler’s importance when fighters like Yokozuna and Undertaker obviously wrestled differently in real life when we look at old videos of both celebrities on WWE Network.  However I can be surprised can be answered by the interested reader when he or she digs into the Gameboy’s archives while thinking about my supposed review.  This is videogame criticism for how my life with such a game leaves me with gnarring teeth and jealousy on how a videogame company can use so much resource and as of today leave nothing but scratch marks for the wrestlers’ spiritual effects.  Please, buy your child something that’s worth the quality and not pretentious pain.    

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Machine Review, Naxa Radio 245

Machine Review, Naxa Radio 245

Not enough contrast is on the sounds and I get a numb feeling from all the noise.  There’s muffled noise even when I insert CDs by artists who are supposed to be sharp, crisp, and pure.  This doesn’t make sense!  It’s like Naxa just has wrong principles all over their design: boost is random, static hangs in the air, and silence at any moment is as loud as the noise.  I don’t complain about the static, though.  Enjoyment is observed when I touch rug and radio only to be rewarded with gentle, romantic shocks.  But since when was Barry Manilow ever a disturbance?  My radio here is misrepresenting his art.  I’ve also considered BBP and how it impacts all tables in my house with sound that’s somewhat distinguished.  That Gameboy I have in my closet has better sounds than Naxa’s radio, yet I’ve realized, through ideas and technological conversation, your Earth is abounding with inconsistency in terms of dignified products.  However much appeal a company like Naxa presents with this radio is based on the factory of knowledge or typical practice of formality.  Still, what we have here may be a good reason why so many people find music to be bothering and pompous: great ideas in all forms are played with bad sounds.  Bad sounds are on the part of bad radios.  If you haven’t considered paying for another radio, I can assume your disbelief.  With contrast on sounds, think of life with contrast on colors.  Differences between sounds, or “musical notes”, must be dynamic enough or else anything played by a radio becomes the jarring song to which the angry driver on the road pulls over in front of an uninteresting parking lot.  Parking lots may seem good or bad depending on played music.  You’ve probably by now considered putting some ear buds on and taking a city hike, thus- above craft of discipline and strict notions while enjoying music across the yellow brick roads- Naxa’s radio can be considered disservice when you’re trying to interact with sounds.  I’m not demanding mobility; I’m demanding justice.  Naxa gets the idea of showing off plastic and yet fails to provide those special odds toward the means.  A guy who loves listening to his echo in a cave somewhere would enjoy this radio for being so silly and undeserving.  Who or what do I mean?  Well, it’s either machine or human.  We can’t say as to how rich sounds are when we don’t listen to enough radios.  After all, on this point, some car’s radio can look the magic part but drown your gullible senses with unlimited noise.  Why bother against output, after all?  Isn’t “output” just one more name printed on numerous devices, quantified items?  Too much noise has already been played, I’m so sick of services which just don’t seem to end for pleasure to ever occur, plus, all things considered, my social skills let me dislike this piece of junk for means of pursuit of happiness.