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."