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."