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."