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."