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."