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."