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."