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."