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."