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."