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."