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."