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."