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."