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."