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."