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."