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."