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."