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."