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."