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."