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."