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."