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."