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."