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."