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."