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."