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."