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."