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."