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."