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."