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."