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."