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There are days when everything becomes a trigger for paranoia.

- You didn't say you're paranoid, Harry?
- Of course. But this does not mean that little green men you don't hunt, right?

Paranoia - craft singles.
Paranoia is a lonely business.

I'm sure you're still listening because I want to know who those others. Who else is guilty of my death? Well, you will soon find out. And of course, they will know about you if you don't know yet. What? Feeling paranoid? On the verge? Yes, high school is capable of. You never know who to trust and who not. So, don't miss, everything here is part of the game. Just remember: this is not a game... not a game.

Laughing in sorrow, celebrating of anguish;
My paranoia, please, let me go.

There's no denying it technology and how deeply they entered into our lives. People inherently insanely lonely, and technology give us vast amounts of information, communication and new acquaintances. But, unfortunately, these same technologies make us even more lonely. I can go months without seeing friends daily present in their lives, going to social networks and "like" their photos. Let's be honest: it's an illusion. Social networks don't kill this romance "casual encounters", but let's admit to myself that now, before you really get to know the person, we, as intelligence experts, first "punch" it in the database: common friends, common interests, former partners... We all become a little paranoid.

Freud suggested that a paranoid delusion is the primary symptom, and the unsuccessful attempts of consciousness to restore the sprawling chaos of the disease world.

But as I was oppressed with some misconceptions, as I languished because of them! For example: in the Cup remain half-eaten three grains of rice, and so there's a billion people - that means throwing away bags of rice! Or again: if each person saved a day for paper handkerchief - no matter how much preserved wood! This "scientific statistics" so frightened me that, leaving a grain of rice or vyskakovaci in a paper handkerchief, every time I felt a great criminal, in vain transforms the mountain rice and wood.

What are you looking at me funny? Remember: war has made me paranoid, and when I so look askance, I'm looking for and I want to kill!

Go past the dump, kiosk straight ahead,
Scared to hear a baby crying in this stinking garbage.
Someone left a package cautiously pass by,
Look escorted collector car.
Now my brain is a large archive of the program "PE",
Done with the lava, the drug in the compartment.
And if NTV is known to all my problems,
Giving me ideas to do business to make money.
Now I want to pull the bag and ran around the corner.
What am I thinking? Yes the time of troubles.

There is nothing worse than when your paranoia is perfectly working intuition.

Damn, now I'm obsessed with time. Someone else's paranoia affects us. This does not make sense to argue. So we all try to avoid each other.

- You only candy I bought?
- And what else? Of course.

Now it is clear why the Professor is so dumb, why is Alice so strict, why Ilya is trying to distract her, and poor noses, probably knows everything, and therefore he, as the only honest man, bad...