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."