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."