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."