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."