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."