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."