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."