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."