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."