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."