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."