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."