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."