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."