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."