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."