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."