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."