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."