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."