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."