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."