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."