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."