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."