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."