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."