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."