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."