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."