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."