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."