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."