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."