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."