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."