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."