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."