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."