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<title>paranoico - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<body class="mayvaneday">
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>paranoico</b></p>
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<p>published: 1-28-2018</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>what do you think of when you think of paranoia?<br />
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constantly looking over one’s shoulder, like in an action movie<br />
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or never able to leave one’s room for fear of assassins<br />
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or a repulsion to the human touch</p>
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<p>paranoia can also be learning how to tell people apart<br />
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not by the ridges in their faces<br />
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and the cracks in their voices<br />
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but in the way they manhandle doorknobs<br />
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and how their steps thunder down the staircase<br />
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and how they unapologetically belch the worst of their germs into the shared air<br />
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without a single thought for the people around them</p>
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<p>paranoia was a white room at my old house, soon bleeding green<br />
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with the computer screen facing the door<br />
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always afraid that, at any moment, a certain pair of eyes would come wandering in<br />
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and make up some infraction to punish me for</p>
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<p>paranoia is the ever-friendly Kubuntu installer<br />
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at the start of yet another reinstallation<br />
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ignorance should never be a defense<br />
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but a black curtain is one part of staying out of the school’s sweaty, meaty, unwashed claws<br />
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and the bear trap always swinging over my head</p>
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<p>paranoia is a tolerable vegetable<br />
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constantly questioning my humanity<br />
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and in return, it gives me the assurance<br />
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that I might as well have been a robot all along</p>
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<p>and I continue to listen to the stairs<br />
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a pair of white socks and crow’s feet<br />
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a lumbering, a miscalculation</p>
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</body>
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