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."