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."