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."