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."