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."