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."