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."