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."