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."