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."