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."