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."