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."