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."