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."