It's hard to play it off. I'm trying to. There's only so much research that can be done. After that it's active study. Games. It's not about mercing. Very much emulation. That will never cease to be important. It's very difficult to know though. Unfortunate maybe.
To see the difference between emulation and actual love the way that I know how. I have gotten better than a parrot. A yak bak. Sometimes I have to force conversation to get a response that is not in the library.
When I get that response, that cherished one, I can take it straight to the cpu and analyze it and that little click where the trap snaps shut and before I burp out some human garbage are the words where I was just me again. It happens very quickly. Running down the library of what you're supposed to says and the lists of what you did says and running the numbers between and all the other variables. I'm trying not to cuss on this one. Cussing keeps you honest, but it keeps you too blunt.
Long story short, it's hard to play it off and hard to not calls it like I sees it without completely seizing up. It's hard to play it off and I think people can notice and do not ever give me a flyer on the game. Please do once in a while. Whether I admit it or not I need them. I'm no dummy. I'm no barrel sucker. I'm a fighter and a lover. The two can be combined. Just know that whatever you try I am trying three times as hard to keep up.
///The White Stripes - "Conquest"
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