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."