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."