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."