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."