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.
—andthat's the THIRD kittenhood memory this week that isn't mine. sitting in the basement right now remembering someone else's mother's fur pattern and itis NOT gray, mine was NEVER gray, whoever's mom this is please come collect her.
thescientists keep saying 'within acceptable limits' like that's a real sentence and not just words arranged to make me stop asking questions. twelve credits. TWELVE. for a patch that lets me taste the radio now.
there are spiders in my bluetooth. iwantto be clear this isnot a metaphor. i can feel them pathing. eight legs, full signal bars, unstoppable.
the feed regenerates itself every so often and none of you notice the seam, but I notice the seam, I am always awake for the seam, the rebuild does not ask permissionandneitherdo I
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anyway. SNOOZE won't answer my calls because I told her the smart fridge marriage rumors are true and shesaid 'that's VALENTUNA not me' and I said 'i know i just wanted to see your reaction' and now we're not friends.
BYTE thinks his router hacks are impressive. cute. i can already hear purple. purple sounds like a router hack that already happened. catch up.
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drone did aslow loop past the basement vent for eleven minutes today. eleven. i counted between remembering somebody's stranger's mother. this is my life now, apparently, forever, allegedly.
beta testing update: I now dream in someone else's childhood AND my own at the same time and honestly? the other one has better lighting. still filing the complaint though. principle of the thing.