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."