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."