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."