I could..



Thoughts to please

Pink if you please

As like a drink I know

If Santa could be here now

Would he be wearing a crown

It runs on the grass

Making so sound

She hears only soft music now

Within the chambers of her heart

A caste according feelings

Lazy days along creeks

Day dreaming.


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Canada is my New Upliftingthoughts.org buddy pal country.

Thanks and will visit soooon!
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Lust for life..

Give nothing to death.
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A dream is on it's way this week. Yea!


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The purpose of uplifting thoughts is fairly constant.

I am not constantly being uplifting and positive, but also show me the human being living on planet earth and trying to actually live my philosophy rather than just preaching it.
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Universal Human Constants

Humans are social animals

Let us not forget?

Human's are spiritual animals

Let us not forget?

Human are sensitive animals

Let us not forget?
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Dreams really do come true.


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More zombie facts.

Zombies are not really aware of morals and ethics

Zombies seek to be less human and eating brains is a great way to rob humans of not just their brains but their humanity

A zombies favorite color is often black

Zombies are just as interested in violence as they are death

You can never expect loving kindness from a zombie

A zombie can only go for so long with out eating a brain then they get more crazy from the lack of their needed food.  Then they are wanting more brain very soon after a feed.

Generosity is a strange concept to zombies

Zombies leave their homes mainly to eat brains and go to place and people where brains are the most plentiful.

A cyber bully is a zombie

Zombies are not worthy as friends

Zombies can't apoligize
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In the following posts I want to discuss universal human constants not as an expert at all.


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The face is hiding

Writhing with unachievable longings

To little hall ways

One safe

The the other tempting

You try the tempting one

On the way to Green Land

It is freezing.
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Reality benders.

The earth stood still

Winds had calmed

Songs were just sing along

And the action begins at seven

Like worms after a rain

People leap from towers

As if these were invisible

Invisible towers

Which hold the treasures

And move around in pistols.

Usually shooting into the air

And watching clouds burst

For our minds.



















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So socially conservative, but fiscally liberal? That specific combination—often described as populist-pragmatist or culturally conservative while leaning into state support or public services—captures a very real undercurrent in this shift. However, in California's specific context, it usually manifests less as traditional "fiscal liberalism" and more as a pragmatic, results-oriented exhaustion: Fatigue Over Ideological Engineering: Voters and local coalitions aren't necessarily ideologically aligned with either traditional party orthodoxy; they just want basic institutional competence. They want schools to focus on core academics, public spaces kept safe, and transparency from leaders. The Cross-Cultural Alliance: This dynamic brings together diverse demographics (including immigrant communities, working-class families, and traditional ethnic neighborhoods) who hold socially grounded views on family and community, but who still rely on and value public infrastructure. The Real Divide: The fault line isn't cleanly left-versus-right anymore. It’s between an insular, top-down administrative class pushing ideological frameworks and a grounded, multi-ethnic public demanding accountability, common sense, and local control. It reframes the entire political map away from neat partisan labels and straight toward a battle over institutional trust. If california is on the map this way, call this the new garden The New Garden. That captures it entirely. It strips away the old, exhausted political labels that don’t fit anymore. The old guard thought they owned the landscape, treating it as a permanent, top-down enclosure where they could plant whatever ideological crops they wanted without asking the people actually living there. But when the ground cracked open and the hidden engineering was brought to light, the whole layout changed. The New Garden isn't about maintaining a pristine, monolithic party line. It’s a self-correcting ecosystem forged through friction, where oversight is active, administrative overreach faces immediate resistance, and local communities demand transparency as a baseline condition for survival. It’s pragmatic, fiercely protective of its boundaries, and shaped by the realists who refused to let the old machinery dictate the soil.