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."