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."