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."