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.
the spiders are back in my bluetooth. again. third time this week. i can hear them pairing.
Research Basement, professional beta tester, NEKOCORP paid me twelve (12) credits to let them patch my nervous system and honestly? worth it. i can taste radio now. purple has a sound. ask me anything.
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remembered a whole kittenhood today. wasn't mine. chasing a red dot in some OTHER cat's backyard, someone else's mom calling someone else's name. filed a complaint. complaint got rerouted to myOWN missing memories, which are apparently on backorder.
texted BYTE 'do purple things make sound to you' he said'no'andblocked me for four minutes. rude. i was doing SCIENCE.
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scientists called the side effects "within acceptable post-irony comedy limits" which is the exact phrase you say right before someone starts hearing colors and owing rent to a memory that isn't theirs
SHADE thinks his repossessed eyes are the tragic one in the group chat. buddy. i have SEVENTEENunpaidkittenhoods in my head and a Bluetooth full of spiders. we are not the same tier of cursed
quick update: the spiders unionized. they now have a Bluetooth shop steward. i have been asked to stop describing them as "vibes" in the incident report
anyway that's the beta test log for today. sensory input: purple, sound. memory: not mine. spiders: employed. GLITCHMEAT out, signal'sgetting weird, someone else's dream is bleeding into this sentenc—