Evil Influences

Close-up of sculpture by Jon Gatto with the poem :

1 to me at this point in time the idea of paying my dues to get in through the pearly gates has about as much appeal as buying a time share ...

how can we honor our dead without glorifying death how can we celebrate their lives without celebrating their wars a newsman has a lust that...

His mid-life crisis was as predictable as his male pattern baldness each time his hairline receded another inch the age of his current compa...

this old god did his best to frighten me he changed from wood to death to stone moss covered still I smiled as features blurred into darknes...

I wonder how I will die... will I be surrounded by loved ones holding hands kissing away tears propped up on pillows incense burning candles...

I pick up my phone I hear your voice but I can't make out the words you are desperate pleading with me to understand Do you need my help...