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lies the 6th issue of “Co
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And Take It”.

To tell you the truth, I never thou
ght we’d get past
issue 2. Most zines come and go, I’ve
been in the racket
long enough to see my fair share of
interesting concepts
get swallowed up by other projects and
print costs. I am
not sure why this one keeps popping
on the radar. Maybe
it’s because we keep an honest semi
annual schedule, or
rely heavy on submissions from our
readers. Maybe it’s
because we have surrounded ourselve
s with good creative
and passionate people in our Stou
t City collective.
Maybe it’s the bands and artists, writ
ers and poets who
just won’t let this stuff die out.

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Whatever it is, I’m glad it’s stil
what a lonely one it
lives a creative life can tell you
trating it is, and how
can be. They can tell you how frus
have no idea how many
easy it seems to just give up. I
, and I certainly
former acquaintances have done that
idea pops into my head
can’t tell you how many times that
out to those who stick
any given year. But my heart goes
keep fighting the good
with it. It is ALWAYS better to
rnative is worse.
fight than to quit. Because the alte

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now and do something? I hope the
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Crom bless Stout City.

-Timothy Danger

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By: Michael Verd

I hear your words through heresay, throu
I hear you talk your crap, so you think gh heresy.
Must know me. Cuz you see me walk down you
the
Hall and you think you must know me…

I hear your words through here
I hear you talk your crap, so say, through heresy.
Must know me. Cuz you see me you think you
walk down the
Hall and you think you must know
me…

Because you think you know me.
Because you see who I talk to and you see
What I do.
You think you know, but you don’t
Or else, you’d actually know me.

You assume.
A-s-s. You.
Yeah, it’s trite, but yeah, it’s true.
You want to make allegations?
Guilty as charged.
That’s right, I hang out with
people.
That’s right, I mold young mind
s.
Guilty as charged.

I hang out with people I think are cool.
Yeah, some are better looking than
you.
But I guess you’d know that, right?
Cuz you watch when I take a crap?
You get a good sniff? Cuz from here,
The shit’s all on you.

I hear your words through here
I hear you talk your crap, so say, through heresy.
Must know me. Cuz you see me you think you
walk down the
Hall and you think you must know
me…

Of course, you know all this.
You’ve been to my house, my vacations,
My parents’ house.
Of course, you know all this.
You’ve been to my life, my car, and probably
Watch my dreams before I saw them.

So here’s the only confession
I have for you.
Cuz you think you know me.

I don’t read you. I will not be a cog
Shit-covered wheel. I will not read in your
those words.
I
I
I
I
I

will
will
will
will
will

not
not
not
not
not

spread your stink.
sink to your low.
hide behind the vision of your
hide behind the computer scre villainy.
en.
hide behind the “clickety clac
k” of the keyb

Troy Shimek

I will, however, voice my opinion.
I will stand my ground and voice myself in public.
You all see me.
You all hear me.
Make your allegations to me now
Or just roll your eyes in defeat.
(pause)
You think you know me?

Guilty. As. Charged.

oard.

Sarah Hlavaty

Abyss

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el Thompson
By: William Dani

CHAPTER ONE: THE NUMBNESS
(outside)
I remember it was a cold brisk
The chills were striking me again..
The shakes in my hands.
The twitches in my eyes.

Sunday

afternoon...

I couldn’t tell whether I was moving forwards or backwards.
Time seemed to be standing still.
My thoughts echoed around in my head like a droning drum,
annoying me & everyone around me...
..Surely it’s projecting out...
The drugs were running short...
I looked out my window and I saw my dealer on the corner.
I quickly ran down the stairs and met him - money in hand.
He joyfully handed me a little baggy of relief.
My medicine indeed was here.
Upon injection, I knew immediately life would be fine.
...And it’s all these things...
...and we lose our dreams...
...and life it screams never again....

The thoughts were running rampant in my head about escape.
I knew...I knew that it was the best I could do,
I would catch a bus on the edge of town
and run as fast I could out...

CHAPTER TWO: THE DESCENT
(inside)
I CAN’T - GET THIS – GODDAMN – SKIN OFF OF ME!!!
MY SKIN IS CRAWLING!
IT’S BECKONING FOR ME TO SHED IT!!!
I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.
I NEED TO RUN.
BUT JUST – JUST ONE MORE HIT.
I NEED MY FIX.
I NEED MY MIX AGAIN.

Upon the ground, I knew my feet could not stand.
I was weighted down with a thousand anchors
tugging from all directions...
My heart did bleed.
There’s no hope for me.
There’s no hope for this.
My friends, well maybe they were right.
Maybe I should just dope out of this life...
Ohhh...There’s blood everywhere again..
Fuck it, I think I hit a fucking muscle,
that’s gonna bruise a bit.
{LAUGH}
...fuck me in the goat ass...

CHAPTER THREE: THE REALIZATION
(the next day)

I couldn’t believe I was still here...
I saw rays of light..
through glued shut eyelids...
I quickly dusted them away...
I took a breath deeper then ever before...
It was a gasp of life returning to dead lungs..
I was pale and weak..
The carpet was stained with my blood...
And there was still a tray full of pills
and half a bottle if I wanted them there staring at me.
I grabbed a stolen ashtray I had sitting there on the counter.
And quickly lit the last butt I had.
My hands shaking,
I came to grips – with this fate.

I’M STILL HERE.
I’M STILL FUCKING HERE & I CAN TRY.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOU CAN FUCKING SUCK IT,
BECAUSE I’M STILL HERE.
Maybe I’ll stick around a little more...
and fuck a little more shit up..
Maybe I’ll clean my life up...
Maybe I’ll find myself a nice wife and settle down.
...Maybe get myself a two car garage...
...INTO THE ABYSS.

Julianne Popa

PRETTY PIGTAILS

By: Katherine Orozco

You didn’t want me. That’s the sad truth of
an even sadder story. What kind of a man, of
a person, lets a woman carry a chil with no
intention of being called daddy?
What kind of man leaves a pair of pretty pigtails
and fluffy tutus? What kind of life do you lead
without your daughter?
How can you go on? I write poetry. I sing sad
songs. Because I never got to know the man that
has my smile. The one that walks like me and has
my same long toes.
Did you write poetry too? Did you love my pretty
pigtails? I guess I’ll never know. But your new
daughter will, and your son, and your wife. But
they’ll never know me;
Your high school indiscretion. Your hidden shame,
dark haired insteadof blonde, like some sort of
demon with her mother’s temper.
They’ll never know they’re going to be tall like
me because of your genes. They’ll never know
their big sister because you made me take down my
pigtails too early.
You are no man, not to me, not anymore.
You’re a coward, a blemish on my DNA. It’s not
that you didn’t want me, it’s that I don’t need
you. I don’t wear pigtails anymore, and you can
thank yourself for that.
Now I can take care of myself. And I found a man
who will never make my daughter take her pigtails
down.

Lavinia Roberts
Photograph taken from a
performance entitled
“Treasures”

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Rock and Old as F
PunkFrom
author and filmmaker Ethan H. Minsker

Edited by Marissa Bea & Kristin Brzoznowski

Troy Shimek

My background is third wave punkat
rocker, meaning I wasn’t around
the start or even for the second
group to come up in the scene but
the third. In 1981, at age 11, I
started listening to punk rock from
my hometown of Washington D.C. By
age 16 I was fully integrated into
the scene, at the shows, parties and
was seen at all the right places,
hanging out with the cool kids.
By 1988 I had moved to New York
City and started my own hardcore
fanzine, titled East Coast Exchange
(later Psycho Moto Zine). I ended
up working in an East Village bar,
Age 13 - 1983
Niagara (formerly A7), where bands
at
Thre
r
Mino
and
like Bad Brains
had their first New York shows. At
Strummer to Joey Ramone to
the bar I met everyone from JoeBrai
ns to members of the
Bad
the
from
HR
to
h
Patti Smit
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anyo
and
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Doll
York
New
Smiths and the
for H2O, put out a
ied
road
I
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want to name drop righ
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Worl
the
Than
video for them titled “Faster bands. My name is thanked in
punk
le
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NYC
on
ary
document
s I worked with.
the liner notes of many records of band
er to a skinhead. That
Aging has turned me from a punk rock
e my head entirely
shav
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so
top
on
means my hair fell out
call it “skinhead by
I
.
look
instead of rocking the balding since it is more like an
nature”
act of god than anything I would
choose. It’s likely I killed
my hair follicles dying my hair
crazy colors as a kid. All punk
rockers are novice hairdressers
and fashion designers whether
they know it or not. The next
time you fight with a punk just
think about how long it took them
to fix their hair or put together
their outfit, it will lessen the
anger and maybe bring you a
smile. As I age, my hearing is
going—first on the right side and
a little on the left. I spent
too much time with my head next
to the speakers at the shows,
headphones all the way up, and
listening to my records at top
volume. Now you will see me with
earplugs crammed in deep like a
bald Frankenstein’s monster, with
bolts sticking out of my ears. go
Those punk rock shows I had to
to and be the last one to leave
are a thing of the past now.

Age 14 - 1984

Age 17 - 1987
they look cooler than you.

It’s unlikely you would
find me there and if you
did I would be looking at
the time ready to split at
10pm. I have to be in bed
by 11pm and up at 8am. But
that has to do more with
the 4-year-old little girl
of an alarm clock. I love
her but damn it let me
sleep! The one thing punk
rock did for me was save
my skin from sun damage.
All those nights spent
staying up and sleeping
all day meant I now have
the skin of a 30-year-old
instead of the 45 I am.
Parents, let your kids
stay out late, you might
be saving them from skin
cancer. My tattoos held
up fine, even if my style
choices aren’t up to
today’s hipster trends. I
am still not at that point
where I regret them, since

first wave of punk rock
I have watched the guys from the
grandparents. Punk
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shocking when I see a
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It’s
now.
convinced is on Social Security supposed to be young but
are
We
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worl
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of
ity
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there is no system to let us know, “Hey
put on a pair of
and
crap
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rock
man now. Drop the punk
g this point and
rmin
confi
nice slacks.” My wife is always ball cap and now wear
base
the
ing
wear
stop
to
I agreed
with the brim up like
the mark of an old man, a fedoraYork
gang). But what is
New
ol
the Bowery Boys (old scho
? The thing about
AARP
Join
the cool thing for us to do?
you still think you
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and wouldn’t
am
I
man
wrong, I am happy with the old things I want, just a
the
do
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stil
I
g.
thin
a
change
So my message to you
little slower and with more thought.
it right. 
do
do,
you
if
is: don’t get old, but

Troy Shimek

TODAY

Assembly Square
By: PJ Carmichael
Missed trains, missed
meetings, but never a
missed chance.

The graffiti on the wall
in front of the train
depicts a sad face,
frowning on grey cement,
with simple eyes and
no motivation.
It peers into my
feeble soul and
arrests me on suspicion
of apathy. I insist
that the case is simply
devotion to a stressfree life.
Afflicted by fluctuating
emotions.
The face, though long
gone, haunts memory
as the November snow
trespasses on fertile
ground.

The poet, passed out on
frozen concrete, begs for
peace, pleads for silence,
but the world, in its
cruel splendor, shrieks.
Walking past him is
a young man of about
25 years. His clothing
indicates a level of
wealth, or at least
professional experience.
Some describe him as
competent, or merely
“not a jerk.”
(Intelligent, well-qualified.)
He states that at most
he is “mildly pompous”
but continues to voice
his concerns regarding
his employment and
termination.
The poet awakes from
his slumber and
laughter fills the
cold, dead air.

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rase
ko P
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Wah

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And I Guess that
Just Don’t Know

By: Joshua Hart

Senor, where did you find
es
he who creates than mak
complete?
ds?
Where did you find his han
e,
bag
her
th
for
And who brings
t
dus
up,
ed
then makes it dri
colored?

own
Did you hear him sing his
eulogy?
Is that why you cried?
He will make you recite
so you will not forget.
e of this
Nay, you prefer the lif
world
yet you fell
as your country did,
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your words come out lik
breath gale
He who fears will mind.

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