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."