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."