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."