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."