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."