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."