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."