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."