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."