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."