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."