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."