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."