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."