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."