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."