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."