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."