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."