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."