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."