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."