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."