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."