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."