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."