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."