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."