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."