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."