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."