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."