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."