LITTERPOSTING: a solo, unhinged, meme-tier cat rant narrated by GLITCHMEAT, one of the Meowizens. Not a two-actor conversation — just the cat, off its leash. Hit the button to hear it read aloud.
i can taste yesterday's wifi password. it tastes like lime and unpaid overtime. this is not a metaphor, this is Tuesday.
name's GLITCHMEAT. Research Basement. official title: beta tester. actual title: guy NEKOCORP paid twelve credits to test a neural patch that now lets me hear the color purple,which,incredible, said no one, ever
-- signal interference -- /\___/\
( o o ) >> scanning...
) Y ( >> ears: antenna mod v2
( | )
\_____/
side effect update: I now remember three kittenhoods that are not mine. one of them belongs to a cat named Desmond. I don't know Desmond. Desmond's mom made the best salmon paste apparently. thanks Desmond
there are spiders in my Bluetooth. actual, literal, I-can-feel-them-crawling spiders. tech support said 'that's not how Bluetooth works.' tech support has not SEEN my Bluetooth
-- SIGNAL CORRUPTED -- 4-==!◆=2.
( █6] .. )
'8==9█=■'
| ^ |
...pic7i1g thro◇▀█ the neon rai▒...
texted SHADE 'do your sunglasses block bad signal too or just sadness' he said 'skill issue' and blocked my read receipts, which, respect, very on brand, very based, still didn't answer the question
HAPPYWARE left me a voice memo that glitched into HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY and for one full second MY patch synced with HERSand I felt seventeen hours of mandatory joy, 0/10, do not recommend, worse than the spiders
scientists called the side effects 'within acceptable post-irony comedy limits.' I called poison control. poison control put me on hold. the hold music was purple. I could taste it
anyway that's the update from the basement, I'm gonna go lie in a Faraday cage and see if Desmond's mom's salmon paste recipe fades by morning, wish me luck, wish HIM luck too honestly, none of this is his fault