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."