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."