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."