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."