maybe i'm born with it!          
     maybe it's cat piss!             
                                      
                                      
                                      
                                      
                              
                paratise                
                paraside                
                paracide                
                            
                                      
              fear of ai is the truth 
         leaking in but still colored 
        by the simulation. in reality 
             the mycelial network has 
    overtaken earth and put us under. 
                it's p. much the matrix 
                                          
 this is  why the collective subconscious 
 works.  similarly,  history  is   always 
 defined  by   what  we  think   it   is. 
                                          
 battle between fungal  species?  are  we 
 too   powerful  and  will   create   the 
 mushroom  again,       inside? 
                                          
 dreams are of  the network. "gateway  to 
 old  earth".  maybe  outer/inner  earth. 
                                          
 in  this  reality  there  are  only  two 
 materials:   "plastic"    and    "fruit" 
     (bassically    inorganic    and    
        organic    materials)         
                                          
 i'd pay in  blood to thin out the border 
 between   dream   and  reality.  between 
 dream and  dream. last one told  me that 
 work  was caging  me in a damp and  oily 
 basement   jail   cell.             
                                          
 they brainwash me at work  by having  my 
 password be bad  for my  fingers,  makes 
 me physically  ill to type it,  and then 
 they  reject fourty  percent of my login 
 attempts  to   have  me  type  it  more, 
                                          
 i  call an emergency hotline:  "we can't 
 tell you  what's  wrong  with you.  your 
 story  is   your   own,  nobody  elses."