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."