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."