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."