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."