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."