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."