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."