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."