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."