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."