Sane Sexagenarian Scribe Seeks Asylum In Canada

Sane sexagenarian scribe seeks asylum in Canada... should Trump swindle electorate by hook or crook, (1003 days, 9 hours, and 32 minutes until 2024 election), yours truly steels, girds, braces... himself, and plots serious outlook pondering exiting United States (stage door left) while streaming media services bridging, fording, navigating... modus operandi to brook potential violent political malevolent maelstrom in the offing since... Revolutionary War finds nonestablishmentarian comfortably numb currently sequestered within apartment unit b44. Maybe good samaritan would sponsor me (affable wordsmith afflicted with anxiety) and the loving wife, I can imagine emigrating to the second largest country in the world on par with dying and being reborn into idyllic and Edenic afterlife. Lifelong Pennsylvania opportunistic resident desirous to move away from capitalistic bust mein kampf, a miserable existence peppered, pockmarked, punctuated... with adversity - subtracting instances being exponentially nonplussed, (which lifelong mental health analogous to psychological rust) leaves mine lovely bones in dog I trust eventually repurposed into ash (since I will choose cremation) an increasing eco-friendly choice, cuz burial with casket and tombstone clash with holistic humble paradigm, but before transitioning into lifeless body, an impetuous notion arises, a flash in the pan far fetched whim to craft reasonable rhyme communicating intent to live abroad amidst one of ten provinces and three territories constituting Canadian federation, which genuine motive not emblematic of huckster nor fraud, nevertheless one run of the mill garden variety *****sapien flawed yet he aims to dwell with citizens who applaud voluntary simplicity likened and linkedin belonging and hallmark characteristics kickstarted intentional community, where self sufficiency touted, and physical labor de rigueur, which lifestyle change would rank as welcome adjustment versus housed within Highland Manor a quite reasonable single bedroom facility yet devoid of stimulation enervating body, mind spirit triage of one ordinary human who finds himself a mystery within terrestrial firmament and frequently feels in a feverish pitch as tempus fugit whips him around the sun at a furious dizzying speed, while he tenuously grips with blistered hands gripping sharp outcropping, meanwhile his spindle shank legs splayed and sprawled haphazardly across the bombed out war zone. Rather than get further bogged down with inane zeal I best steer clear of further poetic poppycock courtesy imaginary wheel, thus the following pablum I unveil nsync with titled malady all to real, which plight involves hyperhidrosis quite a debilitating ordeal, especially when thinking to pursue gainful employment emphatically steadfast and honest think (me) leal course this humble communicates (hyperbolically) embodiment ideal if seeking to gain insight how I feel about myself, a tense body inept to cartwheel.