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."