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."