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."