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."