Bottomless Pit of Floating Fish


Bottomless Pit of Floating Fish – Harvey Dog (2022)

I wish colours were real & everything I touched I could feel as screaming witches dance round the cauldron of my inner horror movie full of worms digging in the dirt looking to get hurt again & again & again a carousel of pain revisited again & again & again lessons never learned hard plastic horses neigh their disgust at their enslavement round & round & round we treat our enemies worse so count your blessings riding on the carousel screaming agents of destruction & distortion plant dynamite up sacred orifices empty of wisdom & true sexuality & true sensuality on crutches like a floating fish fucked to the gills…


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Notes

  • I understand this piece…that doesn’t mean it makes sense.
  • Grammarly’s Tone Detector…won’t even touch this one!

Written: June 22, 2021
Recorded: January 2022


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