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."