To Whom am I by Steve Gun

Writing for the sufferer Weights for the social loser Mountains to climb for the madman Music for the emotionally sensitive Netflix, wives, and husbands for the soul robbed workers Alcohol for the man that has nothing Nothing for the recluse who wants nothing Whatever consoles is based out of who you are To whom suffers…

Leaving Flesh to Create a New Breed by Steve Gun

To leave flesh behind.  To go against love and friends.  To dismiss economic security. Giving up any purpose to be in society. No clubs or restaurants. Leaving flesh to pursue a maddening hermetic existence.  A little space with four walls, books, paper, pencil, and music.  Pondering and pondering—causing hypertrophy of the brain.  Life intoxicating everything…

It Can Happen to Anyone by Steve Gun

It can happen to anyone.  You can be lifting weights and the ventilation system could crush you.  You can be at Target and see a hot trashy slut.  You can be at Walmart and see a classy woman wearing a skirt who watches Ingmar Bergman films.  You can approach a woman who wants to fuck…