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."