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."