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."