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."