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."