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."