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."