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."