Bite Of Tortured Love

A harmonium in a second hand furniture display room at a mall once called Arcadia became an accompaniment instrument for free form inventions of sung cathartic poetry expressing the pain of recent suffering from grievances greatly tragic and compoundedly thrust onto one another in a short time that affected me in ways unimaginably twisted and terrifyingly unhinging. This is somewhere in the period between 2015-7 and I have no idea where in the blur of that numbing period of time when I recorded this or why but here it is in all its raw anti-heroic weirdness...