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."