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."