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."