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."