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."