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."