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."