My Faithful Video- "Father Goose (Del Moose Padre)"

 In the name of God, Our Lord, in Jesus Christ, I give you a video:

For holy information, visit this sausage link in the window on our view to our faith in God:

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Father-Goose-1029478475

Amen...

Poem- "The Law of Sugar"

 

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Law-of-Sugar-1025270385

Poem- "Notice of Love”

“Notice of Love”

I was dating a black girlfriend.

Her name is Jamila.

We really respected each other at every moment in our lives.

She is still the best friend I have ever known.

We are still best friends.

Yes, we were dating, but we were more honest to each other and were only friends.

But, we were the best friends to our humor and doubt, and we still love each other.

This will be interesting to my audience.

Sure, she is not my girlfriend.

But, she is my best female friend in my personal history with everybody I talk with.

We had healthy conversations and we were logical and intelligent.

Yeah, yeah.

Everybody makes mistakes.

But, mistakes will be very interesting if we know how to properly manage them.

To this day, I swear to God for us, we are still best friends in our hearts.

My heart will live forever with her spirit and soul in my mind.

We only do not talk to each other anymore because we live too far away from each other.

Facebook was too difficult for starting conversations and gasoline was too expensive.

So, very politely, we just went our own separate ways with the same old sympathy.

Our personalities, here and there, good or bad, will always be a sign of our harmony.

She will always be the most sweet, honest, and intelligent woman I have ever known.

She was even a genius just like my older brother was.

For this Notice of Love…

If any viewer of my art gives false information on my art, I will block such a fool.

Let my Notice of Love be known for Mother Earth and the Father above us.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Notice-of-Love-1023138239

Photo- "Just like Nowhere (Roof Photography Style)"

 

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Just-like-Nowhere-Roof-Photography-Style-1022786915

Photo- "On the Fork to Lake Isabella (Roof Photo)"

 

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/On-the-Fork-to-Lake-Isabella-Roof-Photo-1022469842

Videogame Review, Sonic Unleashed for the Xbox 360 (Classic Sega Game)

Videogame Review, Sonic Unleashed for the Xbox 360 (Classic Sega Game)

It’s a very intense, magnificent game towards the middle, but the difficulty overhypers me.

Note: Let me ask my readers a question. Do you know what “Austin 3:16” is? I do not like that phrase. I am a Christian. So, if you “love” wrestling games, never call me arrogant and vulgar. But, hey! Life is life, right? “Austin 3:16” is a wrestling phrase about man’s emotional disorder of thirst. Stone Cold Steve Austin was vulgar and arrogant, but I did watch his wrestling matches for years and years until he pretty much retired. I do not like him. But, I think he’s important. That’s what matters for my religion and education. Sure, education can give us school and books, but education does not show us the realities of luxury and natural fashion. WWE will always be on my mind in some way, shape, or form as I write. Do any of my readers know how many poorly made drinks exist in our drinks market in America today? Wow! I am surprised! There are so many bad drinks out there for athleticism and fitness. That worries me when I go to sleep at night. “Food” and “drink” are probably two of the most common causes of frustration and conflict when people do not get along very well. Just the nickname “Stone Cold”, from what I hear, was a kitchen rumor about a strange container of liquid somewhere. I think that’s very interesting. How does this “wrestling talk” have anything to do with Sonic the Hedgehog? Well, if you do not know, you do not know who Sonic the Hedgehog is. Sonic the Hedgehog is more likely to be an ex-cowboy with distant, disagreeable memories about San Francisco. I think for many Californians in America, that’s a very common symbol of speed and fast food. On one hand, we need to get through traffic in our vehicles; on the other hand, fast food may be the only thing available for our emotional disorder of thirst. Once upon a time, when I was walking in my normal fashion near Arden Arcade in Sacramento, California, a manager of the police department started a polite, honest conversation with me. He told me that I had too much “macho” artwork in my house, although I was a peaceful Democrat with no gun ownership and no drug abuse. We were just having friendly conversation on the streets of Sacramento. If you want to live in Sacramento, California, you will probably need to talk to random strangers about meaningless subjects all the time. It was really quite fascinating to me how much had changed in America’s Far West cultures. There’s no longer a serious cowboy-type bar in Sacramento in the modern sense. Now, along the popular and famous La Riviera street near the State University in Sacramento, there is a busy romance and depression about the particular rural dive. Wild skunk animals would roam the La Riviera line all the time and I almost got myself lost near a Target area while shopping for paper and medicine. Now, let me make this straight to my readers. Sacramento is no longer a place with serious cowboys living in the city. However, the Sacramento citizens will “feel” like cowboys to me from their modern western manners. It would almost seem as if the Gold Rush period did not exactly completely finish up in our history in time. I would almost feel like there was a “sweet curse” going around the imperfect imperfections of city life in Sacramento. There was even an awesome bar located on the La Riviera neighborhood. They did not play country music. Instead, they were playing heavy metal music. And, it was very cool and graceful heavy metal music, even when the strangers at the drinking establishment were showing a little “hard wit” about the vicinity. A nice tourist from France even bought tacos and drinks for me when he discovered that I was feeling a little low and down on my luck. He agreed that my depression was reasonable to an extent. While Sacramento does have some happy-go-lucky customers in the shopping industry, most citizens of Sacramento will either look like Eeyore from the Winnie the Pooh series with their long, gloomy faces of silence, or, most citizens of Sacramento will look like grumpy athletes with a mild temper for sour chips and weak shadows. Many people were pleasant in conversation with me; however, Sacramento was a place where the “other Southerners” were covering the locations with harsh, carefree confidence. Talking to these “other Southerners” was usually fine by my encounter with them; however, whenever I was polite or soft near them, their “cowboy-like manners” would become apparent to our company and they would express honest, but disturbing, judgement with my happy and gay pedestrianship. You see, I know that the Southerners in Tennessee today are usually good, honest people who give their tourist visitors their hospitality, welcoming all visitors to the South as family. But these “other Southerners” were not like that in Sacramento, California. More than likely, they would probably want to collect rocks in a shopping cart or go fishing with a dirty humor. Some of the “old and retired citizens” in Sacramento would even have mean, ugly faces that would look like American President Andrew Jackson’s sagacity of military discipline. I was especially scared of some of these old people because they looked so strong and confident that I was beginning to wonder what their drinks were in the major city. So, in California, there were some serious civil rights issues and there are still old residents in Sacramento who use outdated vocabulary from strange Southern recipes that did not exactly fit the spot of polite hospitality. If anything, being a little rude was actually very reasonable during my university attendance because there were some insane homeless people and worrisome bicyclists. At least my time in Sacramento was mostly a pleasure in the end, even if my mind came out of it with some dents and scratches here and there. The modern “under the weather” English idiom is the best English phrase I have to describe an old, obsolete cowboy word from the Gold Rush period such as “derned”. Yosemite Sam in the Looney Tunes cartoon series was using that word to marvelous attitude against the despicable, vegetarian Bugs Bunny. Believe it or not, a lot of old people in Sacramento, California will still “behave” like that with modern English and fancy computer technology. I can see the blue devil behind his nerd costume. It’s not entirely a vice. In fact, it’s mostly fine and dandy for all of us, as long as the “quiet western air” does not get too scary and too boring. If you ever visit California, the empty lands will often get too boring and too scary, to the point that a mad cow will give you an evil eye in your mind. The mad cow’s “evil eye” is exactly like the Cookie Monster character in his Cookie Thief role in the famous Sesame Street show. Never ignore what fiction is trying to show us. Fiction can be very, VERY real if you discover too much about nature. That happened to me in Sacramento and my mind was lost; so, my parents came up the Northern California area to help me and I retreated back to Ventura, California to get my mind back working again. The Gold Rush period was probably just as crazy for the original miners and musical vagabonds. Hopefully, the Californian government has been helping Sacramento citizens get back on their feet, but I still wonder where their cowboy boots are. Even a non-cowboy, African American undertaker in his graveyard shift could talk to me so sweetly at a basketball court and remind me of so much “western” manners. He did not need to be a cowboy; he was already “western” and “old-fashioned” without a rusty donut. He would dig dirt in the local graveyard by a romantic setting for balloons and toys. Visitors would seem to “see ghosts” around every corner. That was really tragic and sad for me to see. I cried very hard in my apartment after a My Little Pony episode was seen. I was just experiencing too much history and imagination at the same time and my thoughts were going all over the place. During school, I was drinking too much caffeine and I was taking too many notes. My mind could not keep up with the school curriculum anymore. After Associate Degree level, any student will need to become a genius to reach Bachelor’s Degree level. I was not really that genius and I discovered my destiny too late for it. Nobody can restart his or her education over and over again. Eventually, you will mostly get what you’re born with and you will need to move on. “Reading books” also means “buying school experience”. Always remember that. Hobby alone does nothing for reading. If you try reading without buying enough school experience, you will just suck and neighbors will not like you very much. That’s the way of life unless you are willing to pay. That can be so risky. At least I’ve done enough education and I can obey my therapist’s request to keep writing my public literature online for other people to learn about me. I’m not doing this for money. I’m doing this for who I am. It’s very hard for me to know who I am. I hope readers can learn something about tragedy and drama in their lives. So many wrestlers from the WWE have had very troublesome moments in California. In Ventura, my restaurant managers were racist against comfortable Southerners and I hated my restaurant managers. How does all this “South” stuff make any sense to anyone? Is Antarctica south? Is Mexico south? Is Africa south? Obviously, ancient historians were having too much pleasure from their needless descriptions of pointless directions and defective maps. You either know who somebody is or you do not know this person at all. Generalizations are only meaningful if a humorist like Mark Twain improves them with ridiculous grammar. Ironically, being “smart” can actually backfire on you if people have enough meaningful ignorance against you. Maybe a boss at Thrifty would ask an applicant at the grocery mart something like, “If you are so smart, what are you doing here?” I’ve known so many Thrifty workers over the years. It just staggers me. But, anyways… Sonic Unleashed is a game that means so much to me about my own personal history in life. Come on! You know Sonic eats a “chili dog” and talks to a “heads or tails” kind of guy. Those are also Sacramento’s blue devil ideas. I guess this videogame is really about the aftermath of Gold Rush wealth and poverty from a narrow, vague sense to me in my heart. Not everybody found gold in California. More often than not, people became really pissed off from their worthless travels and they dropped into the lower orders of decay and harsh, but wild and feisty, dismay. God Bless America that I can still live my life today and know something about my imaginary death of lessons.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Review-Sonic-Unleashed-for-the-Xbox-360-1021944115

Poem- “YouTube and Gummy Worms”

“YouTube and Gummy Worms”

Are you a “normal” YouTuber?

You are?

Good!

When you talk on video, please stop talking like a gummy worm.

That’s so freaking retarded.

Nobody can understand what the hell you’re saying.

And, you’re horrible and ugly.

Your face looks all messed up and I just want to bite your head off.

Just give your viewers the best opinion in your video and turn off your smartphone.

You need to be smart, not gummy.

Are you a conservative who talks too much on YouTube?

Well, me and my friends have a little surprise for YOU.

YOU know who YOU are, right?

So, shut up and listen…

I will visit your house with my best friend and give you a free prize.

He is a western redneck and I am a sodaholic environmentalist.

Together, we will punish these gummy worms like you.

We will feed you “free food” and award you 1 MILLION DOLLARS.

Do you know what the “free food” will be?

The “free food” for today will be… 500 pounds of gummy worms.

We would love to feed a hungry Republican like you.

We will feed you gummy worms for 10 HOURS and give you a breath of fresh air.

We will make you nice and fat!

And, we will stuff 1 MILLION DOLLAR BILLS INTO YOUR PIE HOLE.

That is where your mouth is, right?

Good!

Just suck your gut in.

Everything you touch is gold.

You will be the most beautiful golden elephant in the world!

You will eat… and eat… and eat… and EAT until you’re ready to explode.

And, my western redneck friend will turn a racist like you into a puffy jawbreaker.

And, with my magic wand, we will turn you into a big old fat blimp sandwich.

And, when the fried pickles are done, we will feed you to a very rare gummy shark.

We will bury you in Candyland and use a free coupon for gummy worms.

Do you know why?

MY FRIENDS AND I HATE GUMMY WORMS!!!

Every website on Earth should convert all gummy worms into real people.

That would make me happy!

You know my poem is a joke, right?

Relax.

Just suck your gut in.

I would never really do that to ya.

But, if you are not laughing… you are a gummy worm.

Have lunch with a teacher, okay?

We already have too many gummy worms.

We don’t need any more of them.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/YouTube-and-Gummy-Worms-1021763621

Photo- "A Good Place to Rest (Roof Photo Style)"

 

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/A-Good-Place-to-Rest-Roof-Photo-Style-1021270257

Poem- “Why Conservatives and Liberals Think I Am Weird”

“Why Conservatives and Liberals Think I Am Weird”

Where does this “conservative versus liberal” stuff come from?

Well, let me think…

I guess most of this stuff comes from the “Russia and Germany” stuff.

Politicians often talk about Russia and politicians often talk about Germany.

From reading this, readers will probably ask me,

“Are you German?" or “Are you Russian?”

Let me answer these questions with kindness and honesty.

So…

Am I like a German?

Or,

Am I like a Russian?

I won’t give my readers too many details; but, my general “answer” is…

Both.

My mother did have grandparents and relatives from Russia.

My father did have grandparents and relatives from Germany.

So, there you have it!

I am kind of like a German and I am kind of like a Russian.

But, really, I am a born American.

Sorry.

I hope readers understand my family enough for this.

I know readers have their assumptions about “family” and “friends” and such.

But, I’m telling the truth.

I am kind of like a German and I am kind of like a Russian.

Hey, tough luck, my reader.

I know you want a “side” of politics in your favor.

Well, to put it bluntly…

I am a silly goose who has a bear for a mother and a wolf for a father.

Now, do not stop reading yet!

I’m really telling the truth about all this.

I am a silly goose.

But, my mother was a bear and my father was a wolf.

And, they were both “the only loves of their lives”.

How did my parents have a romantic, devotional conversation?

Well, here’s the passionate metaphor:

My mom was a bear.

My dad was a wolf.

They loved each other very much and they loved arguing with each other all the time.

I will give my own neutral rhyme about my parents to give you a visual idea.

Here it goes…

My mom was barking.

My dad was howling.

My mom was huffing.

My dad was whimpering.

My mom was growling.

My dad was snarling.

My mom was woofing.

My dad was yelping.

My mom was eating honey.

My dad was eating bacon.

My mom was doing puzzles.

My dad was doing camping.

My mom was drinking hot tea with lemon.

My dad was drinking a cold can of wine.

My mom was very accepting of Bill Clinton as American President.

My dad was very accepting of Andrew Jackson as American President.

My mom was doing expensive hospital work.

My dad was doing thrifty retail work.

My mom was full of intelligence.

My dad was full of energy.

My mom was interrupting distant cousins.

My dad was bothering distant cousins.

My mom was wide.

My dad was tall.

My mom was cheerful.

My dad was despicable.

My mom was positive.

My dad was negative.

My mom was agreeable.

My dad was disagreeable.

My mom was complimenting my dad.

My dad was encouraging my mom.

My mom was a reviewer of fashion.

My dad was a critic of fashion.

My mom was always more than happy to help me out.

My dad was always having problems with my sadness.

My mom was jolly when she could be.

My dad was funny when he could be.

My mom really needed a fur coat for winter.

My dad really needed a new lamp for winter.

My mom was afraid of swimming.

My dad was afraid of flying.

My mom was listening to George Carlin at one of her schools.

My dad was listening to Richard Nixon at one of his schools.

My mom was adorable and sweet.

My dad was terrible and neat.

My mom was open to new ideas.

My dad was open to old ideas.

My mom was an excellent student of chemistry.

My dad was an excellent student of history.

My mom was full of wonder.

My dad was full of humor.

My mom was cleaning up the house.

My dad was raiding the kitchen.

My mom was learning about country music.

My dad was cracking about country music.

My mom was a little stupid sometimes.

My dad was a little annoying sometimes.

My mom would give herself undetectable giggles.

My dad would give himself explosive laughter.

My mom was squeaking.

My dad was moaning.

So, there you have it.

I am kind of like a German and I am kind of like a Russian.

Any questions?

No?

Oh well.

I guess conservatives and liberals do not “like” my poetry very much anymore.

That’s okay!

At least you understand me better.

You will just need to catch up with my latest comedy if you ever need to.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Why-Conservatives-and-Liberals-Think-I-Am-Weird-1020982709