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."