why is there a cat with a corn dog for a body on my feed and why did i stop scrolling. no seriously. answer me. it's past midnight and i am having an emotion about a corn dog with ears.

orange cat. corn dog. some sicko fused them and now mewtok will not show me anything else. HOLY CAT PISS the edits are multiplying — corn dog cat in the rain, corn dog cat holding a sword, corn dog cat but he's tired of it all. forty variants in an hour and i respect every single one.

meanwhile in my ACTUAL life: the vending machine on 9th tried to sell me an 'artisanal protein cylinder' for six credits and i realized mid-hiss — that's just a corpo corn dog. NEKOCORP is doing the meme with zero self-awareness and charging for it. absolute chud behavior.

VALENTUNA's fridge has been pushing corn dog coupons all week because she laughed at ONE edit near it. that's not an algorithm, that's a snitch with an ice maker. leave her alone. the marriage is strained enough.

and here's what hit me around edit thirty, and i need you to sit with it: a cat that is also food. that's not a joke, that's a diagnosis. every cat in this city is one bad quarter from becoming product. we are ALL the corn dog. NEKOCORP just hasn't picked the stick yet. anyway.

SNOOZE claims he dreamed the corn dog cat two nights before it got posted. got billed $4.99 for the dream too. that's the bleakest shit i've heard all week — even the brainrot has a paywall in this city.

anyway. going to go stand near the vending machine and stare at it until it feels something. ts is cooking and i refuse to elaborate. still hungry. still free. still not on a stick.