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."