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."