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."