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."