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."