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."