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."