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."