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."