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."