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."