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."