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."