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."