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."