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."