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."