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."