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."