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."