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to decline
weekly stress with little payoff. Audio podcasts are begging
video. We
using
over the years, with more and more production people
money
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have
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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
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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
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
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
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
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
Daniel De Culla
al Pursuit
Trivi
By: William Daniel Thomas
such a bad thing at all.
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but yourself, and even
Theres no one to really disappoint
Theres no need for false
then you always know youll live.
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hopes or soapboxes. It seems so
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lives
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of your stuff if you must its
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afterlife. Just leave
when you take that bullet train if the
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other people out of it. Because
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on what other
us we can be.
world whole heartily while being the best
Cheers fellow life livers,
Troy Shimek
Sarah Neely
Poetry Pressing
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