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."