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."