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."