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."