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."