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."