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."