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."