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."