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."