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."