Restaurant Review, Anthony’s Grill in Mojave, CA

Restaurant Review, Anthony’s Grill in Mojave, CA

Preparation of food is very good here.  You’ll find variables on the menu where customers are seated themselves in responsibility near indoor decor and beauty.  Orders are taken, meals are served, and everyone is consumed with their food during rush hour in traffic.  Mojave offers a variety of food and dining including Anthony’s Grill or a suite near the local grocery market.  My chile relleno was very good in the Combination Mexicana plate- taco, enchilada, and chile relleno on a hot paper plate with tough utensils and a table number.  It gets busy inside.  Evenings may be pardoned out of boredom depending on the circumstances going on in the narrow desert landscape.  Hard shell tacos are a delight because the shells are made fresh and you can even see the fried goods behind the counter; there’s just something nice about it.  Rice is fluffy, hot, and sweet.  An assortment of different toppings make this restaurant in the corner next to a plaza in the works a nostalgic trip within grasp for hot burritos under the roof and spicy green salsa.  Hats are adorned on a wall across from hanging flags of wild, dazzling colors.  Taco specials are available at a buck a piece.  The lobby is generally clean and you won’t miss out on a table when the right moment comes.  Cash is handled at the front before patrons find their spots for table numbers indicating to servers the places for services in physical activity.  A fueling station rests in the parking lot out front; I’ve seen a few customers in it.  Red enchiladas come in a fruity appearance from all the sauce put down over the rich strands of tortilla.  Burritos are eaten with fork and knife.  Sometimes while being in Mojave there’s nothing like watching the sun fade into the distance and feeling the winds blow between the trees.  Hats aren’t recommended in deep gusts of air.  Food temperature is of a modest and healthy kind; the food arrives to my table with the same interest and fascination of service I also find at Yolanda’s in Ventura in the California state.  Green salsa might appear odd as a spicy sort of recipe but it works on a budget.  Domingo’s in Tehachapi is obviously more extensive in terms of plates related to seafood fare and yet Anthony’s Grill is a relaxing, comfortable location in the middle of nowhere.  Mojave is also inviting with chains and road trip resources particular to the local desert.  With enough gas stations and markets Anthony’s Grill just adds more dining options where residents peacefully show their manners on a budget for fresh Mexican food.   

Poem- “Softness”

“Softness”

Earth would be a terrible place without criticism.

Imagine: no criticism, no negativity, no judgement, no questionable opinions.

People can have too much allowance for others.

Guys pick up bad habits and continue to get served by company.

Someone can keep taking drugs because no one is criticizing.

A lady becomes overweight but her family loves her no matter what.

This dude smokes and dies, lonely, forgotten.

Drinks of all kinds usually involve service without questions.

Restaurants feed people who aren’t hungry.

Professionals keep up their act because no one speaks up against it.

Classes in school may begin and end along no lines and nobody raises a hand.

My mom tells me over and over the same old thing and doesn’t judge much.

Hazards come into play since no barrier is created on a given moment.

We don’t care about everyone- limits are drawn, means to ends.

Just one more bite is enough to cause a heart attack.

There’s pleasure, there’s entertainment no matter how sick people get.

Evil comes into our lives and we should be confused a bit.

No purchase necessary, batteries not included, keep away from children.

Under light there’s nothing without darkness.

Fire reaches fire as ice reaches ice.

Laws are followed but not realized for the better.

“Just one more drink, please.”

Please?

How about needs?

Videogames have been a threat to opportunity.

Kids watch so much TV and don’t know where they are.

Communities constantly wait for someone else to talk when it never happens.

Menus are so simple because they don’t want you to talk too much.

Language is refined into a vacuum.

All these guys get so unhealthy and nobody cares about them.

Sure, maybe the TV says something, but not those guys.

Look at these people!

They’re always watching someone else live or hoping someone else does.

Phones and gadgets are breaths to them.

They’ll eat anything, they love everything, they love everybody.

No one is judging, no one is criticizing, and we get everything we want.

This is a world without criticism: good or bad, it’s all the same to fools.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Softness-807798123

Poem- “Parenthood”

“Parenthood”

A child was loved in shapes.

Each parent was hanging on this branch made of wood.

The wood departed out of seed, the seed departed out of earth.

Our blue marble rolled with sunsets.

Great expanse of power filled the surface until it leaked of passing reflections.

Strange ghosts blocked every bridge and all roads combined in barriers.

Light drowned upon revolutions between void and space.

Within a black hole arrived the pressure to be released in blasts.

Folds covered the weight among dimensional spades in hazardous start.

Breaths exhausted air, wind leveled us in radiance of sight.

Dreams burned along the quiet instinct in gear for oncoming voices.

Honey poured in a comb and became imagined with hair.

Unique visions justified disease at our unanswered call for the wild.

Ponies would talk in less-than-official vocabulary.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Parenthood-807747247

Videogame Review, Crazy Taxi 3 for the Microsoft Xbox (w/ Brand New Xbox Duke Controller)

Videogame Review, Crazy Taxi 3 for the Microsoft Xbox (w/ Brand New Xbox Duke Controller)

The game is quite neat with a duke controller.  It’s a controller that was actually Microsoft’s original device for their Xbox console back in the early-2000’s.  My hands are stretched out for the controller in extended grasp for digits a bit short, as each hand grabs onto the device like a comforting handle soothing my grasp until it’s placed down on my table, my Xbox is turned off, and I go my merry way.  Experience with the duke controller is positive for Crazy Taxi 3; however, Glitter Oasis still presents me with ditches that I believe a system’s computer should pull me out of instead of forcing in self-help on my end.  Time bonuses are lacking, especially for passengers who come in odd pairs of strangeness within means of anti-social criticism.  Crazy Taxi 3 is in fact a source for critical positioning between mountain peaks as paths roll under the wheel in time for money-changing holes along the lines.  Black and white buttons are placed in even better convenience with the duke Xbox controller.  Still, there’s something to be said about its shouldering trigger buttons because my fingers must approach these sliding knobs with ease of comfort and that can distract a gamer in hurry of pushing energy above the living room ground.  Special touch is key in this crazy game.  Hey, it’s Crazy Taxi 3, so it’s a crazy game!  Beating the first world with a high S score of points is a piece of cake considering the slopes and landslides required on easy-to-manage pathways to freedom against the clock.  Humor is apparent from the “S” grade because it sounds worse than the F grade when it’s a great note of appreciation by a mysterious talking host for sure.  Getting through the Apple is another thing entirely.  At times I must replay a course to see where the C grade takes me on achieving delivery with oncoming passengers who seek destinations in questionable clothes.  For example, a football player may want to go to church in his sports gear.  (What?!)  To describe Crazy Taxi 3 in small talk would be an understatement in the works.  People are rather nuts for even wanting to ride with these maniacs on the road who easily bring money into their tip jar from reckless driving and Sega’s entry for the Crazy Taxi series on the Microsoft Xbox console deserves some recognition for honest efforts.  Over the hills and mountainsides there appears to be locations which ought to be jumping spots but aren’t.  It really becomes a chore when I have to bring my taxi vehicle out of the bodies of water for just diminishing returns to force me on hitting the “Retry” button via pause menu.  Switching between street view and directional view is a lot of cases for trial and error.  Playing the game on a modest fare can involve unfair grades since a gamer isn’t going to practice with a controller long before actually playing a videogame.  Developers forget this.  There’s already controllers of different sizes, shapes, and colors in our videogame market and it’s a shame that Microsoft hasn’t capitalized on offering a wide selection of official, 1st-party controllers.  I’d ask a customer these questions on controllers: “Do you want small, medium, or large?  Do you want red, white, or blue?  Do you want the buttons deep or hollow?”  3rd-party controllers exist with these notions in mind even if the mind’s unconscious for the subject.  Videogame companies need to offer controllers in different colors, shapes, and sizes like Vans and Skechers do for shoes on our feet.  You wouldn’t say there’s just one size for your shoe; you wouldn’t say there’s just one size for skateboards; you wouldn’t say there’s just one size for helmets; you wouldn’t say there’s just one size for jeans; etc.  We can even buy gloves of different sizes!  So why not have a variety of controllers? 

Videogame Review, Zathura for the Microsoft Xbox (w/ RF Connection)

Videogame Review, Zathura for the Microsoft Xbox (w/ RF Connection)

Did you know there’s still airplanes which use VHF-20?  I found this out from going to the space-and-air port in Mojave about 30 minutes near Tehachapi.  RF connection for the Xbox sounds like a joke considering the audio video capabilities of Microsoft’s entry into the world of videogame systems but I’ve used RF (radio frequency) just to view the heat of battle through a stable, powerful interface.  Zathura is accessible; however, it’s a mixed bag.  We’re not talking about the wrong thing that is the right thing- just the wrong thing that is the wrong thing.  There’s right stuff here.  Compared to Abadox for the Nintendo Entertainment System (a very difficult game to play and get excited on) Zathura retains a lot of the chaotic universe with expanded horizons of 3D planes and moving your character around is easier on these hands than my eyes.  Oh, and using a used Xbox controller can be a hassle on its thumbsticks if they’ve been used a lot; at times, my camera will just suddenly “move” when I’m issuing no order on 3D exchanges of view.  So what’s happening?  Well, a couple of kids have taken out a magical boardgame sending them into space in their very own house.  It should be amusing rather than dull.  My awareness level came to me when I was booting up the Xbox game and saw a preview for a third-party company showcasing a child holding and managing his joystick controller.  Uh… I’m using the Xbox controller!  Are they trying to tell me that my controller is less impressive or something?  Certainly Zathura is a parody of itself.  Video from time to time gets scratchy when my viewpoints are shaking up on the screen in an effect I should find nauseating.  Like Abadox Zathura presents you with nearly-indestructible aliens.  One pair of rusty looking robots I had to shoot over 100 times before they went away; now I’m wondering how technology has really been.  You’ll find dialog scenes in which the characters will appear to sputter words like chipmunks in a presentation more appropriate for YouTube than the Xbox library of videogames.  The male, adult astronaut we run into early on looks distraught with information he’s only somewhat confident for while the chaotic universe runs its course across from planets made dead or hazardous by incoming Martians.  Viewpoints around the volcanic locations get especially horrible on the eyes; often, I’m jumping in places I think I should be in and the general fantasy slaps me in the face with illogical planes and playing fields.  How does kicking a machine with a toddler completely destroy it?  Although the fantasy is intended for entertaining my prejudice on adventures I believe Zathura represents narcissism on the front.  Players will be criticized for thinking it’s fun, players will be criticized for thinking it’s not fun.  Worlds of arrogance become set for disproving the very proof to disprove things with and an illogical mind will result from watching too much TV.   

Photo- "Sparkling Fly"

Here's a fly.


https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Sparkling-Fly-807360426

Poem- “Equality”

“Equality”

You may not be arrogant.

Yes, you may have disability.

Yes, you may have gender.

Yes, you may have race.

Yes, you may have everything.

Yes, you may have anything.

Yes, you may have nothing.

You may not be arrogant.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Equality-807263733

“Ancient Salad”

“Ancient Salad”

A crowd of princesses roar with fright upon the shore.

Two halves of a snake get organized by a terrible, golden dragon.

Every coated feather under my tree is boiling hot.

Soon, a walking claw becomes one giant print.

Love happens everywhere.

Dreams give false account over these hills.

While staring at the light I raise a dot for pressing buttons of.

Holes open up doorways against her tiny knocking bird.

Roots cover the blue marble until a game is played across deep horizons.

Four eggs are born in tongues.

Where do I put the shades on a gator?

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Ancient-Salad-807158039

Videogame Review, Zoom! for the “At Games” Sega Genesis

Videogame Review, Zoom! for the “At Games” Sega Genesis

Taste occurs before realization hits.  Remarking on this Genesis game for my emulator console is part of this activity in gear for reviewing the matter related to arcade-style performance.  Controls are dead on in a unique fashion set up by the wireless controller.  From one Sega Genesis console to another Sega Genesis console, I’ve experienced changed gameplay.  Fitting my thumb on a direction pad sounds simple enough; however, the wireless controller is managed on key performance while knitting Mr. Smart into separated paths proves fatal unless grace is handled in more looseness upon means of gaming within these labyrinths.  Your eyes might get dizzy from staring at the page.  But there’s been excessive dismissal of literature already and I must place this positive review on a website looked up on for hopefully nice gain.  Mr. Smart, or the little orange guy, has to skate between laser-points built into each matrix until the whole universe becomes chaotic under a ghostly hand’s gaze- that’s the catch.  Music is good… for Atari 7800 standards.  Actually there’s neat songs set up on my program which don’t need that much more improvement considering the Sega Genesis release in comparison to the Atari 7800 release.  Each song in the program sounds magnificent in terms of classical music appeal by the notes played in the console’s engine of performance; each musical note, adding or subtracting from the sheer exhaustion of another quick tune, reveals Mr. Smart’s universe in a fashion that’s desirable in medium-low volume.  At the surface from first experience in playing Zoom! on my “At Games” Genesis console, I was gross and despicable; and then, from leaving the TV on medium-low volume for the next day or so and trying out Zoom! after my frustration got leveled, I became happy and cheerful again with a slight twinge.  Being direct in my review requires critical positioning on the front where information may be viewed on a whim in quiet study.  Zoom! for my emulator console reminds me of Galaga from the Atari 7800 which also benefited me with medium-low volume- what happens is, the music can get metallic and somewhat robotic in such an extreme viewpoint that I must channel volume better from TV-remote maintenance and privilege.  All music is horrible if the volume is too high.  I don’t care if it’s Elvis Presley singing: I have my limits.  (Even Lady Gaga is irritating at “full blast”.)  Playing Zoom! does involve repetitions across the maps as enemies lurk into opposite corners during the chase of a lifetime.  80’s nostalgia is very apparent in Zoom!  Matrixes have to download onto the playing field although the downloading effects speak in large quantities of taste for adventure into outer space, especially on ghostly ground.  We can’t say Pac-Man or E.T. are the only Martians who ought to exist because, were that so, nobody could invent new concepts for art and everything in literature would be stale and boring.

Poem- “Depressing”

“Depressing”

The mouth is crying.

Sadness fills each bite along the cheek.

Eventually this face sinks in one brow above.

Age becomes its leaking hazard.

Giant spots cover lots of many thick raindrops towards the rear.

From behind his head, there’s another face.

Masks come out of nowhere.

It’s written in the bone how man departs from passing out.

Dreams are floating over each horizon.

Birds enter a huge hole across its maps for forgotten dimensions.

Wings fly near the snout.

Little feet crawl beneath a surface of waves going down.

More than rich words define such vision of kind.

Twigs come apart on the same branch.

Each eye is a stranded orb.

Darts get in the air within means of falling leaves.

Another mouth comes out from the first, then another mouth, and another.

His tongue burns at the edge in reaching the indoor shower.

Rain begins to fall in my head from the looks of things.

Bridges are torn or ripped depending on intended flow of greetings.

Songs later yelp by thrust into empty space.

Nests grow over their roots between shades of grainy texture.

Views, apart from barriers, stop passing off inside.

Clouds move into threads.

A roaring needle pauses from without.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Depressing-807031028

Dish Review, Corn on the Cob with Sweet Red Chili Sauce

Dish Review, Corn on the Cob with Sweet Red Chili Sauce

I’ve taken my corn where feelings are perceived.  Using a microwave was necessary to give my corn the flavor related to heat and moisture distinct for itself by micro-wave cooking.  Preparations were easy- take a cob in the husk, remove the husk, wet the corn, wrap the corn in a wet paper towel, and cook it in the microwave on a ceramic plate for 5 minutes.  No more than 5 minutes, please.  (You don’t want popcorn!)  Eating popcorn requires a different method of cooking and usually revolves on treats-reception.  Be careful of the wet paper towel from bringing the plate out of the microwave because it’s hot and the fingers are better for chilling.  Are you chilling right now?  Well, my corn on the cob needed work.  I brushed some sweet red chili sauce on my corn on the cob with a kitchen brush until the sauce was evenly spread and coated between the kernels.  People also may eat popcorn or “kettle corn” with additional spices like chocolate, butter, cheese, and caramel.  Adding sauce to my cob and bringing the corn to my table after some time spent on preparations helped give up plenty of excessive heat inside the kernels and generally upon the entire dish set with a holder and two cob-piercers.  Over the hills where I live there’s great excitement above the floor near approaching neighbors across the way and we may never see eye to eye; however, it’s rather peaceful here- people generally go their merry way and I’m left to my cooking under the roof in cozy spaces.  Obstacles define various moments in cooking from required steps within goals undertaken.  But let’s taste the corn.  Working with corn gets easy on the microwave end due to ongoing pursuit technological on radar and life made over tasks, like candy to dreams.  Heading into the dreamlike fantasy realized under terms of reality suits me fine even when names are less recognized than ideas for me personally.  Okay, okay, so my corn on the cob doesn’t exactly have a trademark for this specified recipe along the lines between resource and evidence.  So what?  Maybe this combination of corn and sauce ought to be called “Sweet Red Corn” or “the Red Cob” or something of that nature; then again, when coming up with copyrightable names I try researching for the names first before labeling my objects with them, so the two names previously mentioned may not apply for my regard to laws and copyright.  It’s important!  One time, I thought of the name “Rainbow Soda” and, before labeling a poem’s name with it, I checked it up on Google.  Good thing I did!  It’s supposedly a trademark name used in a fictional comic.  And, thus, the phrase can’t be mine and the name was never used in any literature until now; now, I’m just pointing it out to give some education on the matter.  Basically my corn on the cob is partially my responsibility since the sauce used over the kernels is a local company’s mainstay for Albertsons next door.  I didn’t make the sauce, the microwave, or the corn itself.  It’s delicious, it’s sweet, it’s spicy, and very corny!

Videogame Review, Zoom! for the Sega Genesis 3 (Brand New Console)

Videogame Review, Zoom! for the Sega Genesis 3 (Brand New Console)

Are you tired of playing Pac-Man, wanting a different game and still desire that mazing fever along the lines?  Please welcome Mr. Smart!  Zoom! is one of the most extravagant titles you’ll run into with videogames when it comes to abstract art.  After reading the instruction manual it becomes apparent to me that Zoom! is built off of metaphors transferred into the graphical in a variety of spooky, laser-like labyrinths.  Creepy monsters and ghosts keep following you or they’re blocking skating points against the matrix worlds.  Gameplay involves controls which are loose, not tight.  This orange little creature (Mr. Smart) is managed for skating along the lasers into each matrix where thought must be quick, accurate, and easy with grace.  Players may try too hard in searching the light when discovery itself can unfold the issues related on gameplay maintenance.  Zoom! actually resembles Klax on the matrix concept except for Pac-Man-like gameplay.  (Klax is a Tetris influence.)  Skating around with my hero is remarkable because there’s cause for speed and agility when repetitions are needed for demonstrative means- Mr. Smart will launch himself and even jump in and out of mazes while shooting rubber balls at ghostly hands lingering around the corners for intense drama.  Of course, I’m also benefiting from my large TV set which plays HD and audio video; it depends on what TV is owned for older games but my Sega Genesis 3 console works just fine with this semi-modern equipment.  Yep.  HD isn’t totally modern anymore.  But Zoom! is the kind of abstract art in which definition only needs to be standard.  The game as a whole is very beautiful!  Like Pac-Man, your hero, Mr. Smart, should be facing ghosts.  That’s where the common relationship pretty much ends.  While it’s true that Mr. Smart often keeps going on the required spaces he runs into trouble with these ghostly creatures since they’re either too stupid to move out of the way or following him in an unfair consequence to his need for galactic showmanship.  Highscores are there for a gamer to recognize.  Earning 10,000 points on Pac-Man is a breeze although earning 10,000 points on Zoom! would be ridiculous and a bit masochistic considering the onslaught of pursuers and unfollowers.  Bonus lives are awarded yet the puzzle game still completes its expression on a high note in fiction we typify on with time-and-space continuums.  Music is a jingle and a hazard due to the safety issues over the maps into weird, strange dimensions coming to fruition by metaphors on a programmer’s sense of humor.  Hey, you know what?  I love Mr. Smart!  Great voice synthesis in the statement “Come on, boy!” is well-executed and timed on an arcade-style basis.  Our dreams are wearing thin for Pac-Man in this nostalgic world of technology and I believe Zoom! gives the Pac-Man standard a boost for its special appeal.    

Feeding Story- “Candy”

“Candy”

A village was haunted by this man named Candy Tucker.  He roamed in the hillsides with a bag full of sandwiches; on different evenings, he invaded homes and fed residents until the police showed up.  Tucker would feed the police, too.  One Monday, a babysitter rested in Larry’s house and groaned from all this hunger running through her veins.  That was when suddenly Candy Tucker walked into the living room with a cool, relaxed face under a horrible mask made of leather and plastic.  She screamed.  Yet, Tucker was in no hurry.  A man like this in janitor clothes needed no introduction because the whole village was singing about him: “La, la la.  La, la la.  It’s Candy Tucker!”  Children were sleeping in Larry’s house that night.  Mary, the babysitter, ran down the hall after being fed pork and beans and started yelling, “Help, help, he’s feeding me and I’m not hungry!”  You must understand that Candy Tucker was a serious villain; in just one instance, he could bribe the police with donuts and have them go their merry way.  Superman never landed on a cactus and lived.  Nobody could touch Tucker.  Candy experienced a terrible life as a kid and wished for revenge on people who said they weren’t hungry.  “Mary!  You must eat!”  “Never!  Never, never!”  Mary went downtown beyond just launching herself into the woods near Larry’s place.  He followed her.  Eventually, she stopped from sheer exhaustion, and, while she was down on the city hall steps huffing and puffing, Tucker arrived at her spot.  He took out a taco, he fed it to her; he took out a drumstick, he fed it to her; he took out anchovy pizza, he fed it to her.  For what seemed to be the entire night for the love birds he continued feeding her and feeding her and feeding her.  She became very, very fat.  Then Mary got an idea.  She grabbed a bucket of water and poured out its contents onto Tucker.  He began to melt.  “Help!  I’m melting!”  Soon Candy Tucker was nothing more than a puddle of goo.  The whole city council met Mary at the steps, awarded her a silver medal, and congratulated her for saving the village from any more harm done from unhealthy foods.  Larry’s house was filled with celebration.  The whole village roared with laughter from their visits to Candy Tucker’s goo and lived happily ever after.  THE END  

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Candy-806756182

Poem- “Webs”

“Webs”

A spider reaches the apple from his web.

It catches fire and butterflies start going there.

Each butterfly has a letter for the queen who rules all.

However, the queen herself is made of butterflies.

Light covers the whole jungle.

Darkness comes and goes.

Houses are set for wires that breathe in our worldwide river streams.

Particular streams may not run whatsoever.

Yet, there’s nature around those butterflies who relate to their queen.

Apples continue growing in the local gardens.

Gardens are filled with tubes.

That spider may or may not reach all pipes and clouds.

Vision is made from itself by resource and resource.

Food begins eating itself again.

Our globe can pop from its strings attached.

Birds call and make the voiceless sing.

Whales go on record.

Everything is nothing out of anything.

Leaves drop onto the ground.

Of course, the ground is actually in the spider’s apple.

Seeds come apart from flesh and muscle in the given fruits.

Harvests involve trees on every year.

And, yet, spiders aren’t necessarily giving threads every moment on the web.

No, the web is drawn from change and pause.

Sand isn’t exactly a number unless the infinite mark is dug into.

Apples grow into their seeds and spring from lipless water.

My picture of this story is convoluted enough.

So, even my picture adds darkness from light where reflections are conflicting.

Does a tree even grow from what’s planted for its roots?

Matter caves in on matter, subject falls into subject, face shines over face.

Just light arrives to us from specific divisions of rays.

The sky is close to us and far away for everybody.

Wind has settled in the movements between our gaits.

Or, let me interpret my metaphors for you.

Internet is paper.

News pops up from the web.

We’re spiders along realized or ignored lines of connection.

Journalists write for newspapers and internet visitors can write.

So, we’re not just reading from journalists, but ourselves.

People often read from themselves within means of internet connection.

A transfer has occurred between newspapers and internet companies.

Both newspapers and internet companies sell paper.

The paper: wood or electric, ink or pixel, roots or chips.

My poem you’re reading is a work of art.

Art and craft have been so mixed up that each may as well be the other, too.

Newspapers have been very much declining; however, internet companies grow.

Our information, our paper, hasn’t really changed at all.

Words from us go around.

Nature exists all around us and there’s something following us.

Guys handle news of their own, also.

Imagine that I give you a newspaper and tell you to write in it.

Well, does this information have value?

You’ve written the newspaper.

Internet is paid for.

News is expressed from what we’ve forgotten.

Other newspapers can be read and you’re a competitor with yourself and them.

Typewriting is a delicacy.

Webs are reaching your threads of spinning.

Computers are bought and sold for everybody’s consumption.

It’s like a journal, a diary, a song, a tongue in need of co-habitation.

Time flies in the middle of nowhere.

So, pay yourself attention and leave others to it.

Getting comments around takes a natural undertaking.

Check on attention, check off attention.

Newspapers haven’t disappeared; in fact, there’s still paper.

Your computer is paper.

Ink gets across sections burning into the page.

Money isn’t going to suddenly disappear out of thin air.

Yeah, metal can leak and flowers get plucked.

Humans live on Earth.

Thus, journalism isn’t in trouble.

Newspapers hire people and so do internet companies.

The apple still grows.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Webs-806639198