Sometimes, when the depression's at it's worst... Well, all to frequently, paranoia rears its ugly head.
I grow fearful of everything but one world government and black helecopters.
I guess I don't wear tinfoil hats, but I do begin to think about strong crypto, which is similar.
What can I say. It's my own agression I see as persecution.
And it sucks.
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