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."