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+Read Herogasm (2010).
+Read Highland Laddie (2011).
+
+psychosecurity - relating to organizational or personal security against
+                 psychic tampering (mind control & hypnosis, cognitoviruses
+                 & memetics, ethereal processes, et cetera)
+
+I want to proteinmax and get lots of muscle so I taste really good when I'm
+killed and eaten. I'm at 7.5lbs on biceps curls but I think I might be close to
+being able to move up to 10, though I think my form is wrong. I want a gym
+membership.
+
+Typing on the HHKB is still pure sex all these moons later.
+
+I can't think of much to say, my life is a bit mundane lately.
+
+Watching someone text and drive at the same time.
+
+I got a sweater so now I can dress like Andy from The Coffin of Andy and
+Leyley. Now I just need my hair dyed black. I swore that would be one of the
+first things I'd do upon arriving to this new land but money ain't for nothing
+and the chicks sure as hell ain't free.
+
+serotonin softly stole
+by postage acid-dipped and sold
+lab made a buck
+are your eyes wide enough
+that you can see life unfold?
+
+I think ESP is going to be an actual security issue within the next hundred
+years but I wouldn't bet on it. I do think fringe ether stuff like that is
+possible.
+
+1346
+
+"Wow, you're really tense."
+
+Read Butcher, Baker, Candlestickmaker (2011).
+Read Hanging Not Punishment Enough (1701).
+Read The GNU Manifesto (2008).
+Read Evil Maid Just Got Angrier (2013).
+Read PRINCE - Modern Password Guessing Algorithm (2014).
+Read Measuring Real-World Innacuracies and Biases in Modeling Password
+	Guessability (2015).
+
+Yeah I'm really fucking tense. I thought I heard something getting out of the
+shower so I drew my (3 inch - pathetic) knife and cleared the corridor kitchen
+and living room just like old times. Nothing of course. C'est ne rien.
+
+I want so bad to fucking kill someone. Anyone. I miss the feeling of quickening
+pulse beating against my palms and then its slowing and cessation. I come from
+a land where gazelles grazed freely in the pairie, unaware their world could
+end.
+
+My memories of my former land blur together into one montage of death and life
+and love and hell. I remember beating the shit out of- that's not believeable,
+I don't believe it. I remember hotboxing my manager's car, habitually. Smoking
+everyone else's weed. Being owed a thousand dollars by someone who tried to
+strand me in Manhattan. Getting a PS2, giving it to people I thought I liked,
+realizing. Getting a Gamecube, loving it, realizing I didn't have anyone with
+which to play it, selling it for much less than for which I bought it. Getting
+a Wii when I was very young, treasuring it, letting it collect dust as I moved
+on to handheld pastures, finding it again, using ponyhax to homebrew it,
+treasuring it, sending it along to someone I still think is cool.
+
+I dislike most people I used to know, especially in hindsight. I can't believe
+the things I did, nor can anyone else. I tried my damndest to not get any scars
+because when I was done what I was doing I wanted to be Done - not marked by my
+past. I wore a big, heavy jacket, and big, heavy pants, and big, heavy boots,
+and they all got beat to shit really quickly but kept me alright in them. All I
+have now are marks from old roadrash and a couple dozen burns on my arms from
+work and play. And how did you get in so much trouble if you don't have any
+scars...
+
+Cryptanalysts have the upper hand.
+
+
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 Read The Boys Omnibus 1 (2009).