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."