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Bent and twisted branches grope and tear at anyone who ventures near  where lonely sorrows die and nothing stirs  except the shy rustle of trees in sepulchral silence under a turquoise sky  the copses tinted cobalt blue and where rivulets of stolen illusions flow.   kenwsimpson.blogspot.com

Marriage is the reason for socially acceptable sex  and for promiscuity and infidelity. Lovemaking is a social euphemism for copulation  as the restroom is a place to piss.   Porn is about sexual gratification and an incentive  to rape and probably assassinate.  Husbands and mental degenerates lust after boys  and goats assault underage girls. Homosexuality is unnatural and bad for evolution.   kenwsimpson.blogspot.com 

The occult is where the superstitious  devote their lives to myth and magic that doesn't exist.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com 

Displays of insane rage  confined  inside the picture frame.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com 

A proud space empty of vanity  bold and impersonal.  A narrative cast in token gold.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com

Provocations compete with enmity  Crevasses gape in cold embrace  Luminous lilies or bright red roses.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com 

Those who worship at the shrine of their boastful lives  lose their identities and become victims to the demands of their alter egos.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com

 Crimes once committed should never be absolved   by the statute of limitations or by double jeopardy  because it is both illogical and absurd to allow time  to be their judge - and there is not a logical reason  why people can't be tried again for the same crime.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com 

Resentment for some real or imagined insult  can fester like an angry wound  changing personalities from friendly and mild  to states of rage and animosity  as vindictive and disastrous human bequests. kenwsimpson.blogspot.com 

Our minds decide what our eyes can see printed words and rural scenes or subconsciously inside a surreal dream.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com 

Groping through the mists of time  alone in the wilderness  where old hopes taunt and vanish  day and night integrate and memory becomes the enemy.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com

Every American election is a lottery  in which the people never win and the  candidates are preselected  as pliable Wall Street puppets made of celluloid, elastic and paste.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com 

When there's nothing left but emptiness  if threatened by the epidemic of lies vaccination is your guaranteed antidote.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com  

Resurrected hopes lost in time bequeathed to a memory  that fades in the afternoon light.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com 

A vain boy's pride develops into an old man's obsession  and the need to dominate to be admired and venerated as heroic and phenomenal.  kenwsimpson.blogspot.com