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."