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."