if i knew it the outcome of that old guy, i suppose it was that old guy, i would ring your door once again. this time with a legal authorization from the Antarctic penguin police. would start by booting Arch Linux on your computer and if your machine is a Macbook, we would throw that pile of proprietary shit out! zero chances of you escaping my actual diabolical high pitch laugh. we live on the same castle. i can get in by the bathroom window. i can unlock the windows lock with some technique. maybe i can even get in by the roof. your dog would be mine. i would be yours and would stuck you in a 3D printed jar that has a key-lock on the lid and throw it away right after getting stuck there too

69 20 30: any female painting of those old uncles Youtube videos about sonatas and whatever reminds me that i should forget this shit racing thing and even to abstain from watching walkthroughs of platform video-games. i want your opinion and geology books to get inspiration for level design. i don't want to honor violent creations. i already made a Super Mario Bros. pinball table on the 3rd floor of the spaceship. i can't even wish you. not even opine to take it easy with that other guy. who am i. i don't even know an address of Antarctic stations to get proper authorization to invade your house and beg once again your help. maybe i missed inviting you to do some silly stuff when we were kids. like cooking pasta and watch cartoons. how humiliating. a 3 years younger than me girl sitting on the sofa, helping me go through Super Mario Bros. Wii levels because that freaking ice world felt like a pointless timing grind and you couldn't even play with the princesses because they were kidnapped

i'll never tell you but some days ago i was walking my thousands laps while listening to podcasts and i heard your voice. i wanted to cry. your front yard's tree grew quite a lot by now. no one plays in the streets anymore and i don't wanna grow old