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."