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."