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."