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."