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."