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."