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."