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."