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."