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| ZYGOTE IN MY COFFEE.COM |
| ISSUE #11 $O.OO |
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| June 2004 |
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| ***BIO*** Matt Smith lives in a quiet neighborhood in Winston-Salem, NC with five dogs and a wife. Before that, he painted and played many musical instruments with varying degrees of skill. Matt is planning a reading tour of Europe next spring where short people and fans of Marcel Duchamp hold great festivals in his honor. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Nerve Cowboy, remark., Mystery Island, Wandering Dog, Dufus, Babel, OutsideRagged, Panic and countless other fine literary publications. |
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| she was in the bathroom screaming with a friend of hers. she was screaming that I was a bastard and a sick individual that needed to beaten up soon. well, not exactly . . . but that was basically how it went. all these redneck boys came rushing to rescue her. she came out of the bathroom; her black mascara dribbled down her face, which was puffy from all the bottled up hatred she had for me. she pointed me out to the 3 redneck heroes. they walked up to me, the one in the middle took his shirt off to intimidate me, I suppose. the others were too stupid to speak. thank god for that, I thought. no shirt pushed me and asked what my problem was. I decided that I could probably kill no shirt before the others realized what was happening. I tried to tackle him, caught him around the middle, grabbed a handful of crotch, and began to squeeze. he screamed like a bitch and pounded my back, but I didn't let go. the others jumped in finally freed no shirts balls from my death grip. a couple of my friends jumped in and pulled me out of the house. they threw me in the back of a car and told me not to get out. no shirt was in the front yard now practicing karate moves; all the karate in the world couldn't have saved his balls from the twisting they received from me. fuck him. The others were talking to my friends, the usual, "We ain't got no problem with you boys, it's him!" as we drove away, no shirt was still doing air karate and the crazy bitch was standing out on the balcony with her friend screaming, "kill that fucker!" I didn't even do anything to her; just a crazy bitch, that's all. |
| she tried to have me killed at a party once |
| by Matt Smith |