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."