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."