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."