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Start. I never do anything twice, but walk around in circles on winter Saturday afternoons. I am PacMan your captain, enjoy the ride to the Chocolate Factory. Don't forget to bring your own fireworks, lightning bulbs and let's make blowfish's explode. It's as easy as ABC or 123 or whatever. Press Shift+Windows to see the cocoon of a brand new day rising, bouncing forward dense like toy soldiers lined up to shoot the moon goodbye for tonight. I like eating tiny pixels, drinking naked colours in the backgrounds of our Calvinistic youths storming undressing milliseconds. In the big picture, you pop like popcorn on a Friday movie night with friends and pets and technologically manipulated dreams. What a splendid internal organic universe, you have evolved, time is on your side you fool.
So are you a banana or not?