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."