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."