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From the Desk of OMBG

The Death Of a Podcast... an eulogy for OMBG

as Old Man
This is the last action I am taking for the podcast known
this summer, and we
and Bitter Girl. The podcast itself stopped runningment
of hullabaloo.
let it quietly pass on without making a big announce
The main reason is
There were many reasons we let go of the podcast.well,
booking live
that with the bands we are playing in doing very
time on weekends
shows and playing on the road takes up most of our free
project which
art
as well as practicing. The second is the Stout City
shows and well
art
host
and
label,
helps us put out bands on our record
as book touring bands takes up quite a lot of time as well.
hundred percent
We dont like to skimp on things, we like to give one
label on it, we want
in the things we put out. If it has a Stout City
cross country
it to carry on a stigma of radness to it. So on a drive
to keep doing and
this summer, Brea and I talked about things we needed
shows in
throwing
things we needed to drop. It was important to keep
t to help bands put out
Victoria and bringing bands here. It was importan
t to help
their albums and chronicle our music scene, and it was importan
museum
local artists have an outlet to show their art because our local
and stuffy art society sure wasnt going to.

caused a lot of
The podcast was sadly one of the things that we agreed
to decline
weekly stress with little payoff. Audio podcasts are begging
video. We
using
over the years, with more and more production people
money
the
have
dont
we
plus
mugs
know you dont want to see our ugly
accessible
for that sort of thing. We wanted to keep the podcast easily
g streaming it
so we put it in about five different websites, includin
on your phone
on our own, making it easy to listen to in your car,
people were
many
how
idea
no
had
or computer, but the problem was we
we noticed
listening. As Brea and I kept making the show every week,
d about other
our enthusiasm slowing down a bit. We were so concerne
as a matter
be,
to
deadlines, the podcast wasnt as much fun as it used
of fact, it was more like a weekly chore. So we cut it.
five years I
That doesnt mean that the podcast wasnt worth it. For
could submit music
maintain we were the ONLY weekly show in Texas bands
like ours
podcasts
for
g
searchin
to be heard. I say that because I try
submissions.
and they just dont exist for long. And boy did we getto
this day there
Thousands of musicians have submitted over the years,
since I have
are over seven thousand un opened emails to my in box
that can
another
not
is
there
stopped doing the show. The fact that
really take on the mantle for long saddens me.
video game
For five years, we dominated comic book conventions,
name it we did it.
conventions, punk rock shows, movie premieres... you
as bands from
I got to interview heroes I grew up listening to, as well
what inspires them,
all over the world. I got to ask singers and artists
did a sting
even
we
I got to talk shit with some of my best friends, why after dominati
ng
on terrestrial radio and got noticed in our hometownthings, but the most
the internet for a few years. I got to do all these
important was I got to marry Brea.
we fell in love. I
Somewhere in that mad chaos of podcasts and bands,
it could be
dont know if there is a passage of weeks in the archives
biggest success of
noticed, but somehow it happened. I think thats the
bitter when
so
the podcast. Somewhere, somehow, the bitter girl wasnt
the
it came to the old pompous windbag who talked shit every week on
show.
, after our wedding,
As the years went on, and we took on more projects
citizens who help
and life carries on for Stout City and all its kooky
messages about
us do what we do, we stopped the podcast. We got a few
there probably
it, but not that many. Our suspicions were correct,
werent too many people listening anymore. So it quietly faded away.
hand will still
We look to the future now. The zine you hold in your
but our little
keep going. The record label and shows will keep going,
into
logo and alter egos as the old man and the bitter girl will fade
obscurity.
I will miss them.

-Timothy Danger

les
Adobe and Sprink
lar
By: Juliana Agui

it seems to hurt more in

the sunlight
the same rays that made
the wings of your back
look like smooth adobe
the same rays that
scattered milk chocolate
sprinkles on my cheek
bones
you liked those things
i think you liked to
taste them

sun, go away for a while

at least until the havoc
stops
my heart likes to pump
sour venom through my
veins to fuck with my
brain
a cloud momentarily
shields me from the sun

i can still feel the

warmth
i can still feel your
lips trying to taste my
milk chocolate sprinkles

Static
By: Nick Romeo
My hands jump, gyrate,
and shudder
to the beat of their own
drum,
causing my eight fingers
to become thumbs.
They ignore my implicit
commands,
with their own explicit
demands.
I wish I did not have to
perform
brain surgery in this
lightning storm,
by use of this chainsaw.

A Banter of Hate

By: Michael Verderber

I sit and wait

to give an answer
you speak and bark
dwell like a cancer

I find my chance
to speak
You shut me up
without a peep

I have no throat
Few means to speak
I sit in angered sile
with resisted truthf nce
ul
reasons

things sit best in

unraveling anger
purging the anger in
to
lighter letters
writing and regretti
ng
regretting and writin
g
no words of love can
come
across
the page
only a distemper
a shift of rage

a dramatist
is a sadist
finding joy in
characters pain

Reagan J.

ds
Band of the G: o
Bradley Smith
By

Cthulhu takes his time tuning his guitar. Its a 79 Cherry red Gibson SG, in
mint condition, only its the size of a skyscraper and louder than an XF-84H
airplane. Ill never know how he gets the strings for that behemoth. Whenever
one breaks, the crowd does an impromptu game of jump rope. Except for live
shows, he keeps the guitar in its case with a humidifier to keep the wood from
cracking. All six strings are in tune now. Dagon plays a bass line, then starts
slapping it like crazysome kind of mad version of Primus Tommy the Cat,
really giving Mr. Claypool a run for his money. Yig plays a few simple beats
on the drums, then starts playing the double bass so fast its a sonic assault.
Everyone in the audience is completely insane. Not insane in the way that one
is when going to a really good concert, thrashing around in the moshpit. We are
all certifiably insane. Gale eats her own shit, and Tim is constantly jerking
offjust an example.
They start their
to Me by Poison.
razorblades. The
percent, just to
or Motrhead, at

first song. It takes me a minute to realize its Talk Dirty

Cthulhus voice sounds like a drowning man gargling with
song ends early because they speed most songs about twenty
get the crowds pulse up. Whenever they play anything by Slayer
least sixty-five people spontaneously explode.

They break into Were not gonna take it.

The guy standing next to me rips his eyes from their sockets and eats them. I
can hear him chewing his eyeballs, like the thickest gristle and cartilage.
Its been thirteen years since Cthulhu and the old ones have taken over the
earth. Thirteen years and only a handful of humans remain. Are we the lucky
ones? When I joined the cult I thought we would be, but after listening to
their shitty cover band night after night, Im not so sure.
I think it was Dagon who came to shore first. Dont quote me on that because
Im never sure of much these days, due to the insanity. All Im sure of is
Cthulhu came last, like the big climax of some epic movie, stomping out of the
sea with droplets of saltwater big enough to drown a cow dripping. It all went
to hell so fast. I dont really remember much about it. I guess thats one of
the downsides to loosing your fucking mind. Maybe its better to not remember
anyways.
Every night is another concert. Every night they play new tunes.
They never play any original stuff. Just cover songs that sound off in some
way. Cthulhu starts playing eruption super slow. It sounds like carnival music
played by someone three sheets to the wind. Ive grown tired of the concerts.
Tired of the madness. I want it to stop.
About thirteen years agoi think at least, who can tell when everyday is more
or less the sameI tried to kill myself. Took a strand of barbwire, made a
noose, and jumped from the highest building I could find. I didnt die. Just
hung there like a limp dick. They ripped the building top off like a lego
tower, pieces scattering, then brought it to the concert. They left me to hang
three years before letting me down. It was just to teach me a lesson. I havent
tried suicide again.
So, my new plan is to kill them.
But, how does one go about killing a god?
For starters you need to work on their egos.
All rock stars have egos the size of gods, so I cant begin to ponder how big a
gods ego is. But I try anyway, the best way I know how. Every song they sing, I
boo loudly. Although they dont show it, Im sure it hurts to hear amongst the
crowds anguish. I make signs that say, Culu sucks! or Old ones? Lets get
some new ones! I make sure to misspell Cthulhu anytime I write it, hoping this
adds salt to the wound.
I learn to play guitar. Read every book, watch every video I can, then its
time to show off. It takes hard effort, but I manage to stack enough Marshall

amps together to get loud enough to compete with the band, then I show them how
the tunes are supposed to sound. I play each song they play perfectly. In tune.
In time. Knock the fuckers down a peg. Cthulhu gets pissed and burps into my
face as they play Bch Dich. His breath smells like a thousand garbage dumps,
all filled entirely with rancid diarrhea. Im getting to him for sure.
Next you have to break up the band.
Its very hard to pull a Yoko. Im 511, 220 pounds, and usually have a five o
clock shadow. I try to convince Gale to seduce Cthulhu or Dagon, but she just
keeps eating her own shit like its the most delicious snickers bar ever. Mary,
Missy, and Chrissy all agree they cant take a cock that big, so they wont
even try. Believe it or not, there arent a lot of women who join hardcore
cultsyou have to dress the cult in more homely disguises, like christians do,
if you want women to join.
I try to make myself up to look like a woman, ending up looking like Abby Lee
Miller from dance momsmaybe a little feminine than her. I sashay around,
trying to get used to the high heels. The thong seems a little over the top,
but if Im gonna do this, why not go all the way?
I sleep with Yig first while whispers buzz in the darkness. He fucks like a
semi-truck would. Then I move on to Dagon, who is surprisingly gentle. I save
Cthulhu for last because his dick is known to be legendary. Thirteen hours
later and my asshole feels like an overstretched hefty bagI dread the next
time the browns need to go to the Super Bowl.
Now for phase two: Let them all know and hope they get jealous.
Dagon and Cthulhu get in a huge fight when they find out Ive fucked them both.
It looks like something from a Toho movie; Yig just waits in the background,
smoking a giant cigarette. Who would have thought Id have gods fighting over my
fat ass? My plan didnt work for Yig, but it sure as shit is working for the
others. Buildings collapse into piles of rubble and rising dust. Now that the
band is broken its time to move onto the final and most difficult phase: Get
them hooked on junk.
Heroin is hard to come by since theres almost no one left to deal. I search
each room of sixteen different buildings before finally finding one with enough
heroin to get them started.
After getting Cthulhu really going with the stuff, I learn to harvest the crop
for myself.
Its a difficult process and after doing it myself, I have a newfound respect for
drug peddlers. I make sure to mix in enough cocaine with the heroin to create a
speedball the size of a small ship. Its time for the big dream. I have no clue
where Cthulhu got a spoon and lighter that big. The flame is brighter than the
sun and so hot half the people in the audience burn up instantly. The needle
isnt scary until after Cthulhu has used it, its then that Cthulhu get wobbly
and falls back, dropping the needle; its the size of a skyscraper. It impales
some unlucky bastard straight through his screaming mouth and shoots out his
ass.
I wait to see if Ive put the beast to sleep for good.
Hours later Cthulhu vomits and chokes. Gasping for breath and unable to sit up,
he dies in the ruins of a city I once knew the name of. Dead, but is he still
dreaming? I smile knowing I, a mortal man, have killed a god.
Yig finds Cthulhu dead and begins to cry like a child finding the family pet
hit by a car. He instantly blames Dagon for the death. They begin to argue in
their alien language, then they fight. All part of the plan. Like the previous
fight its two behemoths going at each other. Theres not as many buildings to
knock over this time, which gives me clear view of the event, but makes it less
exciting.
Dagon is the victor, just as I hoped. Now I just hope all keeps going according
to my will.
Dagon is so distraught, having killed his bandmate and friend, he tries to kill
himself. He Begins clawing at himself, ripping shreds of stomache, until he
reaches his innards. Its quite a scene, watching as Dagon pulls his intestines

out like hes found the prize at the bottom of the cereal. His screams are so
unreal, theres no way to describe it. When he reaches the ends of his intestines, they rip out with a loud snap, then Dagon starts clawing at his chest.
He claws with both hands until he has a hole big enough to put two hands in,
then he rips open, revealing his beating heart. It sounds like a huge kick
drum on meth, kicking faster than any song they played. Dagon rips his heart
out and collapses to the ground. His body hits the earth so hard, its like an
earthquake.
Ive succeeded in killing the band of the gods.
What is left of this world I find myself in? People? Theyre all still as crazy
as Nancy Grace. Ive got no hope of ever seeing another sane person, and I
cant die. So, I wait. Lonely and isolatedother than watching Gale eat her
shit and Tim jerk off, there are no other forms of entertainmentI find myself
missing that horrible band. I cant explain clearly why I miss them. Maybe
its because Im insane.
When Im sure its all over, I decide to walk into the ocean, sink to its
depths, and never come back up, salvation finds me in the guise of a man. His
name is Dr. Herbert West.
Dr. West tells me of a way to bring the dead back to life. At first I think hes
crazier than Gale or Tim. He convinces me the best way anyone can: Showing
hard evidence. He does this with my parents, whom Ive missed terribly since
the world died. West tells me the whole tale of how he created the cocktail
that cheats death. Its a long tale, which I sadly cant tell you right now,
but lets just say in the beginning there were some mistakes. Over the years,
West perfected the mix and dosage, and can now bring anyone back without any
problems.
With my help, West and I resurrect any body we can. Soon we have enough people
to fill a stadium.
Then, with much coercion, West agrees to try his needle on Cthulhu, Dagon, and
Yig. It takes hard work to empty the heroin from the needle Cthulhu
used to overdose with, then it takes a small army to
pull the plunger to get it to fill with
just enough of the resurrection
juice. We all hold our breaths
which makes me wonder if anyone
actually could take a breath,
having been previously dead
waiting for signs of life from
the great god. A tentacle starts
to twitch. A clawed hand moves.
Then those obsidian eyes, like two
huge marbles, look at me. I smile,
still in full drag.
The band takes the stage. A reunion so great that many of the
people we resurrected slit their
own throats as the band begins
playing Im Alive. Dagon slaps the
bass hard as Cthulhu screams, Im
alive!!! Baby Im alive!!! Theyve
never been in such form. Maybe what
little sanity I had left is gone,
because the songs all sound great to
me. Johnny B. Goode, Seasons in the
Abyss, Angel of Death, Cat Scratch
Fever, Ill See You in Hell, Mother,
Dead but Dreaming; all played to
perfection.
I sit in the audience, in my new
identityive cut off my dick and now
go by the name Belindawatching the band
play. And play they do, stopping briefly
between songs to either taunt the crowd or
drink vodka tonics. There has never been a
greater band than the band of the gods. And
they played on.

Paul Valadez

I Remember

By: Katherine Orozco

Sometimes I like to think about

The moments that you clearly forgot,
Like the time that we took you to the police
To save you from an abusive ex-boyfriend.
Or that time we made you eat
Because you were developing anorexia.
Remember that time when we drove you
To the hospital
Because we thought you were dying?
Do you?
I guess not.
Because you went back to that boyfriend
And you ate just fine
And your imminent death was nothing more than theatre.
But I remember those times.
Because I was trembling with fear
When we walked into the police station,
And I sat with you even though
Cops frighten me more than monsters.
I remember finding eating hard in high school
When I wasnt as pretty as I wished I was.
I remember speeding down the street,
Listening to you crying in pain.
I remember watching them carry you into the hospital
And then I realized that you used me.
For my own fear of abuse,
And eating disorders,
And even hospital visits.
You used it to make yourself indispensable.
Do you know what that is?
Despicable.
And you have the nerve to say
We didnt love you enough?
Well, since you know me so well,
Calculate this:
I love you less than I knew you.
And in case you cant figure it out.
I didnt know you at all.
But your calculations were correct
All other times before.

Daniel De Culla

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to be in a good place in your
it out on others who may be going
land of entitlement, dont takemight
be so fortunate. Nobody
through some rough patches and since not
is NO PURPOSE but to
there
And
asked for this, remember?
it matter what I
does
what
,
WORLD
BE GOOD - TO EACHOTHER & THE
that we limit
tant
impor
so
it
is
Why
decide to do with my time?
obviously broken system that was
our potential to the rules of an
those more fortunate? That just
designed long ago to only benefit
sounds out dated and convoluted.

love for nothing more than

The worlds leaders and media would
again be extremely divided
once
to
world
the
of
e
for the peopl
still enable many of them to
will
that
least
at
se
by race, becau
most is what is already most
fear
they
what
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.
power
remain in
This is only happening
WAR.
CLASS

way
under
dy
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definitely
to have this larger
lives
their
for
badly
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because peopl
& evangelists
tors
dicta
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meani
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than life
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their
se
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livin
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want to be
s as confusing as
thing
make
to
out
set
they
and
nse,
such nonse
following their slimy trails.
possible just to keep others from
power is if we allow ourselves
in
stay
can
they
way
But the only
hold any power over us. They
lly
actua
they
ve
belie
to
to continue
then them. So just keep that
us
of
many
more
far
are
dont. There
Any day can be a holiday,
out.
sing
stres
start
you
in mind when
anyone, just be happy as
to
elf
yours
in
expla
to
need
you dont
person. The universe
human
t
decen
al
gener
a
be
&
best you can,
, in the meantime enjoy
ready
its
when
you
take
itll
&
made you,
before returning to
sound
and
light
ious
consc
gh
throu
l
this strol
any more time
waste
not
Lets
came.
we
which
from
the dark voids
we can offer the
what
on
ad
inste
but
us,
from
want
s
on what other
us we can be.
world whole heartily while being the best
Cheers fellow life livers,

Troy Shimek

Sarah Neely

Poetry Pressing
By: PW Covington

That night that they cut

me out of the wreckage
And, it will be night;
Out on some rural highway
Some desert crossroads
Some place with mountains
On the star-filled horizon
That night
I want to feel the blood
Gushing
Rolling
Staining the scenery
Like poetry
Stomped by bare feet
Before Dionysius

First Chapter
By: Kushal Poddar

Early lesson

on letting go
fathers finge
moving clouds rs,
my hand craf ,
small and in ted
I stand alon stone.
e,
and iron gate
closes in.
Tolls a bell
.

oaring
My Heart is a R
a Cage
Lion in
aris
By: Catfish McD

Her eyes were

Newfoundland bluebirds
Quicks pulse was a
bucketful of woodpeckers
vampire butterflies in
guillotine refrigerators

Raging against Janes

addiction grand funky
drinking canned heat
eating king crimson
electric prunes snorting
moby grapefruit

Swallowing lightning
bolts of sorrow and lust
that overfill the fried
egg Saturn ring sky
t
pulling the black blanke
over the universe.

Nick Romeo

Rush Hour

Outlar
By: Scott Thomas

The oil fields

are on fire
in an Apocalyptic bla
ze,
but the gasoline
still flows freely
from a million pumps
into a billion cars
that suck greedily
upon the teat
of a black gold feast,
guzzling petrol by the
gallon
to serve rush hour nee
ds
in a fast paced world,
before belching
the acidic fumes
into an increasingly
cloudy sky,
poisoning the atmospher
e
with a haze of smog
that hangs heavily
over all our heads
like an ominous bomb
By: PJ Carmichael
ready to drop
its load of doom at any
minute
to prove the theory
I remember when
we were young
that nature
just as I rememb
er this moment,
always gets the last
for we are young
laugh;
now.
and fools
only quicken their pac
The melancholy me
e
mories fade
toward an already yaw
in
to oblivion as mo
ning grave
nths melt
that doesnt need any
into millennia,
help
the sun
but sure as hell
incessantly
wont turn down the ass
re
volving around us
istance
.
in filling the plot wit
h bones,
covering them over wit
(You were only 23
h dirt,
years old.)
and spinning the next
cycle
in a give and take pro
My condolences to
cess
the World
toward a fossilized fut
th
at could not cont
ure
ain us.
laid to rest and waste.
We shall forever
remain
as ghostly artifa
cts, books
in a personal li
brary or
virgin ashes in
an unmarked
urn.

For I.C.

Our purpose has

been served.

Pablo Sleeze

Future
You Can Kiss The
By: Thom Woodruff

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with the tools of today.
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on the streets of New Yor
see with
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giv
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come you.
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World
to that which we relate
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all
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Art
William Blake.

Pete the Cat &

Cecil the Lion
By:
Timothy Dang
er

I met Pete th
e cat the we
better days.
ek Cecil the
lion died.
He had seen
It was obviou
s from his ma
This cat had
ngled half fa
a few run-in
s with humans ce and missing eye...
.
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of me, but st
an honor amon
ill, my pati
g the old vi
o was inviti
no reason to
ctims of the
ng
trust anyone
world, and Pe . There is
against my le
ever aggain
te having
f and settle
rubbed
headlines fr
d down to na
om my phone
p as I read
to him.
social media
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on was dead.
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never heard
of was killed
care about.
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by a rich gu
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