Dank Tangent

Computer town is down We don't know when it'll be back online All your favourite tabs are closed And the fans have stopped spinning What are you gonna do now With your open dressing gown Like staring at your broken right arm Hard cock and crestfallen frown Computer town is down Have you lost your pension and savings? Computer town is down There's gotta be something better than this Computer town is down We are working tirelessly on a fix Reconnection to your palm may never be resolved We understand your frustration Take another beer Take a long walk Show your wife what you've learned Watching others in their onlyfans bedrooms (Incoherent screams) Computer Computer town is down (Nonsense) Computer town is down Computer town is down Computer town is down

One Only One Zero Only One More Zero More Than None No More Than One Zero I like the taste Of that fluid That pools in close proximity To your cauldron That's a super dress Like pink ribbons Tied to a death scene by the roadside And the scent of salvia Goes well with that number The Counting Witch Oh how I adore her I'll give you A shiny number Dial it twice With the power of a violent nose bleed And the belief of ghouls Ruined her dancing career The Counting Witch Oh how I burn her The ultimate show of vulnerability Leads only to the loss of serenity Can you call me with telepathy And dream me into dirty positions sexually

Empty blister packs and inner thigh rash That lonely butterfly with half a wing Spinning into William Morris flower print curtains The remaining light of a bad evening Making me squint more than your new atmospheric black metal project Sunken meaning, dead grass Parasitic behaviour and the smell of old records Online presence for small businesses Who owns that fucking dead dog? ... It still barks Bloodstream into void, into Hollywood Without crosses or branches or Victorian teeth The way my cat looks at me, like I look at ingredients on shower gel bottles in a different language It's that. Just that.

A heart of coal Spores dance and reach for mountains and conquests But the cancer climbs higher and faster Looking for a place to settle before giving you the V's from above I'm all stocked up here.... ....vomiting past bile in rivers that ruin the plans of local councils The heart, the wall, the blood The head, the wall, the blood The fucking uselessness The compliments The hard work, the smiles, the wrong words More Or Less Sunshine Vein filler Vein fattener Lost fastener Leaf tower shadows and distance Patterns in concrete A sixtieth of a degree of angular measurement As a token of acceptance As a joke of bare naked minimum harmony SHOCK the SHOCK

He played Zeus at the power station Had a renaissance passion for action Open legged inside the federation of national indecency and sexual exploration Standing alongside a local party organiser Who is also an unofficial lottery winner He liked it more with his right eye shut And she'd push her fingers into his deep cuts Rock and roll lazer eyes Nails and teeth in unwanted tissue Push it in there He quickly reached for the bedside table On it was a telescopic cable To feed into his empty black soul Needs and wants turn into a blind hole The mistress of mattresses and love bites Inflated her renewal of flesh coloured tights To his left eye they seemed very nice Arousal wince and desperate desk lights

Small broken catalogued bones in a plastic bag Found amongst the long weeds Maybe that dark creature from a half foggy dream installed them there for me to find I do recall it speaking in swiss German Or maybe it was a dumb version of Arabic Documenting incest, observing parental fetishism Writing in a papyrus tome using what appeared to be a shredded front leg of an animal Blood as ink Mortal remains immortal in technique only Muscular fatigue, disappearing limbs Immense personal disappointment Not being able to fight it or shrug it off into timeless space Whatever is was, it haunts me Like a goblin Like a skull on a stick Like a malformed tree wet with slime Next to crooked grave stones on a moonlit hill The shadowed fiend drives his flesh quill into the frozen ground Releasing fields and fields of green insects Hovering at eye level Then gathering to take what's rightfully theirs Eyes alight with perverse amber hostility

He enjoys the mirror More than your aunty Janet pre Saturday night Smokes cigarettes he made from found forest litter And sings songs about his ancestors From a culture he doesn't belong to Where does he belong to? He's an upside down cross licker He uses words like betwixt and cometh Goes into battles only with his mental health His mother wants him In many ways but mainly to clean the spastically applied corpse paint from the downstairs bathroom sink She wears his Behemoth shirt to the local knitting club And questions her own morals

Ceramic slab, cheap wood and thin glass There's zero willpower to not headbutt this mess Not a thought that will escape the maze The broken cities and the boarded empty streets Oxygen masks full of crack and fags Offer somewhat comforting relief to the laughs Not a shred of independence remains The fever dreams and the warm empty cans SKINBEAK!!! Freezing stations, morals not intact There's less than two reasons to live in this hell Needledrunk, dopesick on the make I'd have a heart if it weren't for the take suckyourskinsoulinlostskinbeak skinyoursuckingsoulskinbeak skinyourfuckingsoulskinbeak skinyourlostsuckingsoulskinbeak