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."