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."