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."