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."