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."