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."