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."