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."