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."