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."