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."