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."