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."