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."