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."