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."