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."