Happily awaiting the arrival of "that" game. The one where everything clicks and looks like a well oiled machine.
Almost like watching a speedboat forced to putter along by the shoreline awaiting to clear the no wake zone.
Just to inject a bit of guarded hope in general, and doubt to the cynics who self annointed
themselves as gifted surveyors to cure all ills on a macro level from afar.
You'd think after 4 plus decades of disappointment that the same group who have mastered, more or less, a healthy dose of clear eyed skepticism, would have nurtured a bit thicker of an emotional callus to ward off letting feelings so easily cloud their minds and spoil their moods.
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Suck it, beautiful
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