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."