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."