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."