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."