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."