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."