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."