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."