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."