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."