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."