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."