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."