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."