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."