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."