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."