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."