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."