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Jul 2013
i’m still plying the truce,
stop or i’ll get mediæval on you.
it takes one to touch base with the unknown
and i’m to know.

if i take my time,
i’ll get results
improve my ride
maybe launch a havoc
minutes i pass the docks,
but that’s better than
keeping to myself.

we’re at levels of extinction:
it’s a surprise my city’s not yet laying in ruins

plunging into depths unheard of !
splurging all our zestless sources !
we’re gonna fall the stars

so pile up your sails,
cast off into the unknown
steer your well-worn time:
kiss ‘em all for old.
for me, “ruins” is realizing about your dilapidated state in life and putting yourself to action to fix it. it’s like a auto-makeover you do to yourself. it’s about expanding your horizon and taking your time to improve your life and your surroundings: regaining strength to do the unthinkable and reimaging what’s stopping you from it all.
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