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."