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."