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."