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."