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."