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."