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."