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."