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."