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."