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."