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."