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."