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."