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."