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."