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."