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Ceramics Class

by RGB

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1.
Pop a lock off the pen at babayaga's Kaspar Hauser Pawin at the walls of the enclosure Pranayama How we flux from Fried to sober Amble ambivalent Ample willingness Quarrelsome antimaterialist colating fragmented experiences and knowing That's all of em Autoerotic entombment in work comma body of Survyey them ruins fully before embalmment comes Tend to your attunement holding weekly visitations at a body dump Y'all really find good in goods? Not a modicum Loathe to modify the fly How many meals you skip to get to Sinai Nother break through Lurks below horizon line No commissions man Give a fuck if the price is right Profit shoves a shaman's delicate light aside That well spring eternal Dig deep despite the tumult implied By ever shifting tides of time So we Trust the guide and glide Through that Ignoble inertia Craving nothing other than total immersion Multimodal discursive Unholy loadstone Toted through lowlands as boonery Not burdensome Buffoonery Acts of gravity attract Words of gravity Detach Keep the maladies internal Shrug Clean kids doing dirty drugs Nothing new to us Borderline Ginsbergian Self-harm poke holes in a cloak of youth thought impervious Indivisible only when contemplating that shared impermanence So it's a damn good thing It's a damn good thing Ain't no prerequisite platform for projecting constellations Know some folks who could make a planetarium out of a dingy basement Six months enough to see the city changing Why not you She miss strange brew and me I just miss mi MIDI data Nother breakthrough Lurk below horizon line No commissions man Give a fuck if the price is right Profit shove a shaman's delicate light aside That well spring eternal Dig deep despite the tumult implied By ever shifting tides of time So we Trust the guide and glide We're both on the same mission The cytherians are exploring the galaxy just as we are The only difference is They never leave their home They bring others here Their only wish An exchange of knowledge They want to know us
2.
Self-doubt shelters sloth Be your own pepper pots Peddlin pep talk to the heptapods Llewelyn Moss limpin through the epilogue Enter flawed Foggy Certain of spatial relations Exit lost Wander immersed in sensation I've been climbing the walls of these liminal spaces Earning my keep Perfecting my patience Learning my reach Tryna stay faithful Blink and die Well before witnessing something beautiful Pace of time steadily diminishing Recognize, intervene in the subroutines that have ruined you Just that one thing beautiful Need something to hold on the shores of Valinor Beyond a couple shreds of arpeggiated pataphor Forgiveness what the past is for Weak shoulders Can't risk a heavy head So what if your back is sore That empty belly deadly Only you can get you what you're asking for So painfully mundane to resent the back and forth But pain is easy It's the numbness you push through Greeting any hint of a good mood with suspicion Will the peak in a sleepless night peppered with haunting visions? Probably And what of it I'm done running I've seen the whole abyss And could use a little structure Always room to regress Plenty cause for disruption Got myself to impress Spare us all your reductions No masters Only masterpieces No image that's not been hacked to pieces No limits just hit the factory set Experience as the defacto teacher Blink and die
3.
A Clearing 02:57
It must have been some sort of accident Up way late Weigh leighed Just waitin for the crash to hit Miss daybreak See dusk coming back again Nothing sticks Just scratches Can't retain data Just damage Ditched Only missed at the pie toss Outside is sirens But inside is cylons Lick paint chips out a faint mist of krylon The bliss is a byproduct Became a new lifeform And felt the always Keep the tape and parade man Just give me some salweh Need my pain and a vape I'll sleep in a crawlspace Wouldn't be the first time Won't be the last Point me to a clearing Point me to a clear thing Point me to a query Point me to a clear thing Point me to the clearing Point me to a queer thing Point me to a query Feints at luck lightly rebuffed Played coy Shoulda got it shorn up Sight hound Borzoi Claiming ownership With each letter purloined Trixie Mattel screaming "You better work, boy" What for These pretty people are such bores My brows unplucked Got plug pores Got more ruh-rohs And redlights Than encores That cap stone's A downstroke To harsh noise That carte blanche A sound board Of air horns And sartre quotes That heart broke On laptops and smartphones These teeth crack On black tops and Spark Notes Man achtung My arc lunge My heart plunge Point me to a clearing Point me to a clear thing Point me to a query Point me to a clear thing Point me to the clearing Point me to a queer thing Point me to a query
4.
pronounced "for an angel"
5.
You're not a genius Just a good test taker Feel my edge fading Get a haircut like Chet Baker Waste away Half Waifish Take my meals in a dumbwaiter Psych meds spliced with a spiced rum chaser It's not subtle Plot thickens at the pot bubbles Shift to long simmer Heat, salt, time Obstetricians grow weary of miracles I don't need to be served I prefer you imperious Suffer the incurious Prototyping nearness Like every day Keep gettin pummeled by the tumult of cyberspace When I's meant to be untouchable Plus never fade Delegate tasks to the ghosts in my soul gems Delicate grasp spawning growth in the low end Thought your man coulda helped with the load in Felt fountains of loathing sprout from your old friend You can opine I'll be getting open While you opine I'll be getting open While you opine I'm just gonna go in It ain't stealing Just the folk process I brought an offering And not a conquest Short arms Long neck Crane snooping Broad target for the guillotine Seen funeral marches looping Welcome to willingness Home of the you don't even want it Home of the please don't even try it Home of the 'you break it, you buy it, Can't buy it, we break you, If you're broke get the fuck out' Designed from the top down Are all too readily utilized When asking oneself how to conceptualize suicide Or overdose Beautified For the well-being of the critically comatose Docile bodies Euthanized Don't be critical of my conditions Some of my friends In critical condition
6.
Rain Gutter 01:55
Grown in a combat zone Collarbones like rain gutters Married a snow bunny Aged in a sleeping bag Dream of going back to that The wings don't fold well Oh well Praise the sun Assimilate radiance Not just studious Worshipful These idols weigh a ton You'll never be fully absolved Smoke nerf serotonin uptake Lungs caked In dry aged Soft stimulants Whatever weight lies crosswise Pardon it All of it Hard work's barely the entrance fee And for some Totally optional What a fuck show Punk right above where my crust grow Best Coast mutt who still covets the Rust Belt Showed up early just to flummox the trust fall And stress test the floorboards Guzzle it all Whatchu savin the cork for Synapses never sated by torpor Books don't pick up Might just fuck around in the third floor corridor Left hand side Attitude like that just Won't grease palms in the tin pan Right? Move like behind the eyes lies actual proof Actual proof Grown in a combat zone Collarbones like rain gutters Married a snow bunny Aged in a sleeping bag Dream of going back to that The wings don't fold well Oh well Praise the sun My pupil's shade grown Oddity managed to stow away on the first flight out of K-Town Considered seasonal migration Got weighed down Not safe now Not ever Whole nervous system held in delicate suspension Disbelief varying with heat, volume, and pressure All my strength tensile Guidewire snipped My only disk Tensor Corner store slug stuck in a thrice holy piss dispenser Missed my trickle down blissed of mixed media grifts Spliffed in a middlin town Chop stripped and whittled into gridlock Only stuck around shedding cuz I got locked in the wood shop Good God Gotta hold tight And just hope it's a good call
7.
Atria Fold on the flop House takes the pot Hella baked Pearls yellow caked in the crania Solutions at a low market cap Took it from dad and his second heart attack Parallax Spinning fans in the esophagus Orderlies check cheeks to make sure kids are still swallowing Serotonin machine gun Short fuse Deep lung Keep meanin to beef up Tall fence Weak points Gotta squeeze in And pump these emissions Double time for every night Junked in the kitchen Stay plussed Pursed lips coil round the egg clutch Stopped having homies When all my homies gave up I'm ok with that Don't sweat it Just fall through Don't call us Won't call you Heart missin Plural voice Narcissus Full bloom You gotta see it Rock small rooms Like a collisseum You hear this You prolly need it That kick hit Like bottled ether Got one love And polymeter You get lost I don't follow either Don't feel bad Got good friends In bad bands Know bad guys In great bands
8.
Interstate trips with no license Forgot how to read Packing disk space with survival tips Took a shine to it Then quit and don't miss it the past decade's one slow minutes I still ain't seen you in it Canned food on the open flame Vacuum sealed packets of razor blades You know Something reliable Undone by both arts and sciences Rosin up a bow Grip a violin Hit the promenade Hope some moneyed folks Take a shine to it Cuz they might Cuz they might Cuz they might I saw six shooters In two seaters Out in death valley Unmarked graves makin waves in the next county Town like this All it'd take is a small bounty Used to bathe in water features Tourists called fountains When the pipes were off Now shadowboxing with cyrochrome Might fall off a wagon Smash atoms in tidal zones Till the time elapses Until I collapse Couldn't stay conscious for the spinal tap Refinements petty tyrants infiltrating fine synaptic pathways Dad fit in an ash tray Hurled at the sun's corona Miss LA Miss NOLA All these pleasant people are too granola Engagements end abruptly like missing codas Me I'm up early Sunday morning Peak performance Caught the piggies Filling quotas Pack of pin up pageant rejects wearing zip ties on the corner And it's normal Shoulda been older For all those...
9.
Coked out rich kids cosplaying poverty Get booked for big gigs off the sheer novelty Gill slit croon of a thankless, bottom feeding Pill kid groomed under tankless water heaters Filthy rooms Glittering amphitheatres Underbellies turn on your parents' dime As untaxed braggarts nut top buck to get sterilized Dealer sit shot gun Fish packed Barrel side COD Twitter feed Never be Verified Cess To silver screen That's the rise of a parasite Some emerged unscathed Others blind drunk and paralyzed Others drive drunk and paralyze others Epigram for the well heeled lovers: Being your good time makes the tough times tougher I'm unconvinced by that prophetic cosplay Frontin mad rich Poppin bottles of Andre Sarlac spit Pink wigs to flambe Caught em kneelin in the woods Screaming for Sasuke All caps scrappy norm core camo Full page splash smash the next three panels Votive glowin at both ends Watch the leisure class over extend To grasp tea candles
10.
A Test 02:31
My tastes trend toward edutainment Get to blase on the drive and self-medicate End up spinning synth wave on Nyquil like Lester Bangs Shameless Illness is a test of faith Even the pious kick Where you been Refining prose while pleading for my right to live Training for reincarnation as the patchbay on a hydrasynth Plottin interstate trips Cuz it's something that I might could give But gotta get my license first Consult Ralph Bakshi Quaff coffee Pause often To quote the lick Roundabout Duval and 45th Mercury surging in a glass tube Wonder if that sorceress from 1 6 Might be down for round two Whistle detuned alt blues Save spit to salt wounds Appear to aging aesthetes as another utter lost cause Merc with a mouth No fourth wall Give me a guest lecture spot at the Sorbonne Since 2010 considered ascension a foregone Lit it off the stove top Built for long walks And short songs Told pop I'll be doing this Long after you're gone And I'll be doing this Long after you're gone What you need now Is someone who believes in you And I will always Be that person

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released August 26, 2022

RGB — Beats, rhymes

Jared Marxuach — Mixing, mastering, additional production
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Tyler Etters — additional production (track 9 only)
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cover art by trailer park hero
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