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."