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."