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."