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."