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."