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."