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."