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."