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."