A world fraught with trials, so weary and confined, Left behind for moments where the heart can unwind. In this realm of dreams, where burdens are light, I lose myself, in an endless flight. Yet, within the wonder, a yearning does arise, For a beauty transcending what mere dreams can comprise. Though these visions are sweet, they whisper of more, A longing for treasures beyond this dream's shore. Palm trees sway under a sky of twilight blue, Stars glimmering like diamonds, in night’s silent dew. Golden sands stretch where gentle waves reside, An ocean of dreams where my heart can hide. In this land of wonder, I yearn for a place, A secret haven, where dreams interlace. A cottage by the sea, with windows wide, Where reality and dreams forever collide. From cobblestone streets of Portland's old town, To the lighthouse beacons, casting shadows down. Sea salt in the air, and the call of distant ships, A harbor of dreams, where my longing dips.

If you want to be fragile and weak then fear the ultra male with big balls and laser guns. This could be Lord Strong Meat who is learning within his cave of wisdom.

Your new world order!

The next four years should offer more sunshine and love, and less politics of abuse and fragility.

I suggest more trade schools or something like that to deal with the mind rot at the universities.

Thanks to me there are not a lot of conspiracy theories here, because I know better.