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."