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."