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."