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."