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."