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."