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VIII

by King Rest

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1.
...So Grows the Orb 07:55
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Conscience swept under the rug Out of sight and of our minds Per the fallacy of sunken costs We double down on what we know to be lies Diluting virtues with progress Conflating needs and niceties Crushed by the thumb of our own ignorance All in the name of convenience Head-gear of tinfoil Panic brought to a boil Reach for the pitchforks So grows the orb The ambition of a people is A pursuit of minimizing violence Now luxuries once unimagined Have left us vulnerable to tyrants Perhaps not by design But haphazardly exploited A market begging to be tapped More than glad to engineer our choices Head-gear of tinfoil Panic brought to a boil Reach for the pitchforks So grows the orb Assailed by data From three hundred and sixty degrees Infiltrating our convictions All to misdirect them "It will do better than I ever could Nowhere to run Lead me to my end I am worthless It owns us" It matters not what we believe So long as we're at odds A combustible throng "So grows the orb" No need to take it We're giving it away Right where we're wanted to be Conditioned for relative peace Right before our eyes We watch this vessel capsize Our tenacity has atrophied Left us flailing in a perilous sea The quadrennial affair takes place Competing for best poker face When privilege is what's at stake Schadenfreude wins the race All grins reciprocal of pain of the have-nots Blanket of lead Inadequate shield Irradiate the insurgents' zeal Aching yawn Bares a forked tongue Into the jaw Goes the moribund Head-gear of tinfoil Panic brought to a boil Reach for the pitchforks So grows the orb Assembly lines spew recreation That we ingest until it hurts Too dependent to invoke a revolution Once the system is usurped The breeding grounds for insolence Slowly bleed into our consciousness Rushing blood to our extremities Arousing tumult in communities Engorged with rage
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Struck By the Thagomizer 06:14
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Struck by the thagomizer Indifferent to the gun Bludgeoned and none the wiser Blunt trauma has left me stunned Shine a light Confirm I'm concussed Ask me if I know my own name If you must I cradle a stomach that churns in disgust Awe-struck by a wilted flower See beauty in it's very absence Humbled by a stubborn power How noxious to wrestle with madness Wading in waters so muddy I'm up to my ears in the stuff Spoken of as less than human The jargon of hysteria I lay down my guard before those I don't trust As I hang my head comes a blow from above Yet it's only my spirit that hurts to the touch Awe-struck by a wilted flower See beauty in it's very absence Humbled by a stubborn power How noxious to wrestle with madness Recklessly wield the weapon No care that the safety's off Brazenly brandish the blade Dunking the face in a trough Disrespected utensil Re-purposing the tool Checking for abuse Beyond your narrow purview Mistaken utility Poor decorum Flawed trigger discipline prompts the looming discharge When will this speech manifest itself as violence? For whom, for what are you ready/willing/able to kill? Struck by the thagomizer Indifferent to the gun Bludgeoned and none the wiser Blunt trauma has left me stunned Shine a light Confirm I'm concussed Ask me if I know my own name If you must I cradle a stomach that churns in disgust Awe-struck by a wilted flower See beauty in it's very absence Humbled by a stubborn power How noxious to wrestle with madness Recklessly wield the weapon No care that the safety's off Brazenly brandish the blade Dunking the face in a trough They tear us apart Pull from both ends
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Placeholder 04:13
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I’m on island time Lazy but my mind keeps racing You’re behind the lines Yeah I’m on edge. I read the paper Pawn in a losing game They rope you in to save face Leaves a sour taste in my mouth I will keep the seat warm while you’re gone Tossing in my sleep Duty calls you more than I do They say freedom isn’t cheap But know that’s just talk How can I keep my chin up when it turns out conditions have gone south? I will keep the seat warm while you’re gone I don't have much faith in leaders Oh, what a crying shame Fool me once/twice Sense of agency Oh, the irony I will keep the seat warm while you’re gone
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The Defeated Perfectionist 11:35
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Empty gaze upon a slab Of exquisite mineral Billowing ocular fog Sensing grace beyond the peripheral Pondering real forms Teased to abstraction Hard of aural sensory Sharp creative acuity Instrument in hand Squinting in second sight Eager to begin Anxious of each strike Crippling fear to be beheld Postponing lessons in failure Arms outstretched Palms in supination Perception zeroes in On in- and exhalation From inner vision to enaction A muscular contraction Mallet to chisel Chisel to stone Tangible impression Takes a shape of its own Lesser effigies along the way afford the masterwork to incubate Calloused hands Patient craft Damage and progress trace a blurring line Out on a limb Disciplined The ouroboric autodidact borrows time In the effort to design At long last the neophyte is taken to task Chip against the grain and the hourglass Legacy The impetus to act Fingers brush along a marble bust A totem to a face the artist's dreaming of A witness to art so exists in a vacuum Moved to tears merely by touch Impressed like a pinscreen, an inner illusion With fidelity of the utmost If invention has a mother this child is prodigious or something synonymous with it Strengthened by handicap, not in spite of Thriving gift of the wunderkind Growing closer to a state of readiness A talent that is still blooming The paradox of mastery Brass mallet raised above the head How long in the making now were these first steps to breaking ground? Crooked stroke breaks the latest draft Fragmenting what’s left of this confidence Retreating back to old ways of analysis paralysis Shake it off Draw the tool again Reclaim the mistake as part of art’s process Or run that time aground Idle hands encased in kid gloves Seems the devil may unsheathe as one cruel joke Just to shut it down Thought on the fritz So it begins Arms outstretched Palms in supination Perception zeroes in On in- and exhalation Creative erosion in measure A demolitionist's endeavor Diminution of the medium Calculated ruin Abrading architect of tactile images Calloused hands Patient craft Damage and progress trace a blurring line Out on a limb Disciplined The ouroboric autodidact borrows time In the effort to design At long last the neophyte is taken to task Chip against the grain and the hourglass Legacy The impetus to act Tragedy in the making Spanning near a century Grey matter fading to black Cognition undergoing attack Cataracts of the mind's eye What it means to be truly blind Bested by scant acumen Life's final chapter A scribbled mess Take back the pen Turns the chisel to her own temple Cuts straight to the convalescence One last will, all her own The defeated perfectionist’s coup de grace Calloused hands Patient craft Damage and progress trace a blurring line Out on a limb Disciplined The ouroboric autodidact borrows time In the effort to design At long last the matriarch is taken to task Chip against the grain and the hourglass Lunacy The impetus to act

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VIII is the seventh release from King Rest. It is an urgent warning from our future, parallel selves... an effort to correct our course in this presently doomed yet potentially salvageable timeline.

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released March 25, 2020

...So Grows the Orb and Struck By the Thagomizer by Jack Pfiester with additional vocals by Christopher Ross French II.

Placeholder by Jack Pfiester with additional vocals by Julian.

The Defeated Perfectionist by Jack Pfiester and Will Foley.

Sample in "...So Grows the Orb" from a segment by The Onion.

Mix and Master by Jack Pfiester.

Cover art photograph by Will Foley. Edited by Chris Prinzel.

King Rest logo by Chad Lawson.

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