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."