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."