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."