Stack Overflow in Corpse Pile Interface
I am my own maggot Consuming myself Eyeing the optic nervously From my disadvantageous disposition Discarded amongst the softened bar snaks of a forgotten apocalypse Ad nauseam, self-deficient Leave yourself notes to find your way home Old man chicken hands Jitterbugging in the nightmare palace Whilst the bombs fall Bury yourself where no one shall ever find you But no fucking about, like At this point the clowns are still in transit Steady away boys Poop poop We shared a joke previous regarding ancestry, failurеs and pits Perhaps too soon for you to consider your children plantеd around the outskirts of all of this? Generation loss Artistic license revoked The spiders around my eyes would much prefer to be grifting the flies than spinning perfect mysteries Looped around asfixiation Another surprise disfigurement A ticket to ride Buy your fucking own Here she comes, gawd bless her A hearse a foam with facsimile clowns Face up on blocks amongst the cinders Castle of sand Granny flat of glass Going down Damned if you do, my dearest vermin And of course, just so damned if you don't Damned if you, my dearest vermin And of course, just so damned if you don’t I surfaced to the noise of digital flutter One eye in this mire Another gouging at the horizon Whilst the final dances in the horror of right plug Wrong socket Amidst all this my heart twitches out to the binary Wow Tongue to interrogat the gutter Lost in the code The party is somewhere so above Whilst remaining so below Hands to the clouds and farthest beyond, then We'll bring the heavens down to meet us Then turn ourselves without
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 04, 2026
Half focused on the blowflies as they flash by A few choice sites to survey before settling On the eyes Foisting the squirm anywhere that stinks Inviting Welcomed with maggotblown arms to foist Almighty. Shit begat shit The enshitenment. Shy away from the lightning Fumble screwing another struggling bulb into An earth long since unyielding Power saved by never insisting Power saved by never insisting Descended likе the fair essencе of filth on a Foul wind, they did Infantilised those fertile minds, they did Holy guardian angels, they were But we dig that hole, not that one Yes that one, too No, no, not that one (holy guardian angels) (advanced fail state) It's the pits It's The Pit for us all All just a'squirm eternal spinning sulphuric Drain daze Pay as you go, my boys. Pay as you go Rest assured, you will pay My colleagues amongst the carrion aficionados Rock on their pointed heels, poking fun with Horn'ed toes Cracked by lazy mirth Dead eyes seeking the weak spot Pointers ignoring the code Minds so open they've emptied with only the Bare minimum of prompting Two plus two equals five, my boys. All is as it Ever was I see beasts on the periphery. I don't know if They will eat me Maybe I'll eat them? They grin bathed in half-arsed light. Yellowed Teeth as medals struck off in fool's gold Padding around the lucky one, their strength In creeping numbers All part of the fun, the dice roll, the who On earth gives a fifth of a fifth of a fuck Many spasms to this dance. Involuntary Contrary twitch show The network of ruins are many and varied Hurriedly shovelled into this carpet bombed Carpet bagged facade Urinal songs urge the failures on Cakes for everyone. All toasting hell All a waste of timing Relative as irrelevant All a waste of timing For time all out of time All out of time I see beasts on the periphery. I don't know if They will dance with me Maybe I'll run rings around them? They grin bathed in half-arsed light. Eyes Down for a full pit Each descent grows colder. Padding around the Lucky one, their strength in creeping numbers Cunting on down, down these rivers of constant Strange Whilst mishandling my own back, insinuating Myself somewhat unwillingly between here and There, the pavement tipped a wink and rose up To meet me Eyes down for a dead house More's the lack of pity that the mausoleum Wasn't in the least surprised We were welcomed by an apathetic maw, my not Me, my not myself and my not ever I We inspected the gape behind the belching veil As all good children must Assessed the plan for concrete Became the aggregate Street level vertigo. Go. Go. Go Even our fossil records were shit All filler, no killer A pauper's grave will do, I'm told No pit to speak of
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 04, 2026
My mind's eye on a cocktail stick all a'float In the great urinal. Backed up in a service Station out of time Out of service Floating amidst the froth of a thousand Miserable piss artists. And many thousands More Face down, cornea down, all a'bobbing to the Beat of 8 billion ball cocks We choked it all down We choked it all down We found ourselves in a battle of wits with Processed meats Mechanically separated ideologies. Sheen of Plastic choking on cheap shots Human shields as if it's even worth wasting a Shield on Merry, merry micturition stations. Everybody's Cross All herrings red Pick a colour. Any colour. As long as it's Horrible The prize was a raised eyebrow each and no Feigning of surprise Swelling with pride Spitting nails from our shitty prefab posing Plots Two out of three for two men's fermentations Sake, then? Not for the first time versus this humourless Precipitation, let's hit the ground running Let's hit the ground running Bursting without enthusiasm... ...Bursting without enthusiasm I'll be leaving a brutish smear across the Gods' linoleum The place should be condemned, really After all, pride comes before a fall And sometimes after Sometimes after
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 04, 2026
Once upon a time I (not I) spoke to the trees That fell so that I (not I) could wipe my Arse They and I (not I), we stumbled back through Knots in time, barking at nothing much No point trying to cast anchor in a hole of Mirrors A seen it all. A portal to the great Clattering cloaca Best just to show your hand of spades against The earth After all, she's used to it She'll cast us off like the spent shells we Are Not even the staunchest hermits will be safe Once the coat shakes Having absolutely no desire to contributе to a Seen-it-all-before shitefеst bereft of Characters Rubber stamping eager faces into post nuclear Dust Just as dust is brittle Foundling in the arms of none Dust times prison time Mad goons rising, grifting shame Shameless; Shameless An already cheap backdrop bespattered with Dried bore ...the only bore I don't abhor is a twelve Bore. Bores to the wall ...Oh it's cheap, undoubtedly. But nowhere Near nasty enough All sliding into the sluice pipe like so much Oil against glass You can bet your shit rhyme that you'll have a Whale of a time deciphering your own Extinction All the while bathed in the afterstench of Mankind's excrutions If you can't climb it, beslime it. Since we've Already pre-fouled it, it's only gone and Warmed to our descent Doffed it's crap, opened wide for the sewer Age blowback Pining for a box won't help you. Your Prejudice won't save you Once that eye watering wind takes us, rest Assured we will be one and the same Ashes in the eye of the storm, boys Ashes in the eye of the storm Falling forward under the future, all further questions Exchanging unpleasantries by proxy via creeping interconnection within corpse pile Stack overflow Nasty, brutal and of average height. We fester and foist here with all of our might White noise machine ..........Howling Jehovah not witnessed. No one likes a grass Still they shine, though. Somehow All hints dropped from a great height I am not I am not I am not I am not I am not I am not I am not I am not I
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 04, 2026
Mortice. Bracing complication Fallen. Frozen untimely No notice period. All fall. All fallen I know I am nothing I know I am the nowhere all around me I know I am not I I know I am receding all around this Mortice. Bracing complication Fallen. Frozen untimely No notice period. All fall. All fallen I know I am nothing I know I am the nowhere all around me I know I am not I I know I am receding all around this I know I am heedless of you I know you never were you I know I am heedless of you I know you never were you I know I am heedless of you I know you never were you I know I am heedless of you I know you never were you Adrift amongst the canopy Scheisse upon the prizes that pained the dead one so to leave Our vantage point, their untimely disadvantage This scree of trees rooting for the victor On strain of death NO PRESSURE Tinkling these ill gotten ivories like their very lives should have depended on it They sway, draped in vague If you take a chance If you take a chance Don't hear me If there is no time If you were attacked Where are you? We’ve rounded up the errant fragments; built a guy for the centuries to decry; hurling pennies at an empty sky So many fires burning now. Autumn is a particularly foisty one this year A REAL throat closer Every hole the goal, my morons. You aren't, you never were, you never were you Folk like those dead boys, they expect better. Get fucking digging Dig your own hole. This one's mine. They tell me the soil’s wonderful this time of year Be your own judge Settling like so much ash into our permanent address down six feet street A crumbled vault into deincarnation We've made such a lovely jolly folly of filthy leaves to obscure that sorry mound so rife with their leavings Our pockets now making a music that only a mother could love We are our fathers. We aren't in heaven Your shot be true, your eyes of blue On earth, as it isn't heaven Give us this day our daily shit, still insist on your place in the pit All insight, slowly fading Vague on through the other side All insight, slowly fading Vague on through the other side All that I wanted was all you decried All that I wanted was all you don't need All that I wanted was all you decried All that I wanted was all you don't need
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 04, 2026
This song is dedicated to the memory of Ben Hanson Lost to it all under such a weight of water The pull of the world and all its in-betweens Put faith in stone and rope to keep you down there Faith in nothing else Faith in nothing else I presume you surveyed their stunted dance from that moorside with weary eyes and wished it well The twinkling lights in the valley waving you home The twinkling lights in the valley waving you home Not enough eyes on though. HORIZON though Not enough eyes on A deep breath, a last breath, then paid the ferryman with a bag of stones Gave it all to such a weight of water We all waited up for you, but the trail went cold before we chanced to look It was the work-shy rope that gave you up Such a weight of water Weight of water, faith in nothing else Faith in stone, faith in nothing else Faith in stone and rope, faith in nothing else Faith in stone and rope. Faith in nothing else Faith. Faith in stone and rope Faith in nothing else
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 04, 2026