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  don't 
 know what's  wrong  with you. your story 
 is  yours   to   tell,  nobody   elses."