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."