been staring at this one clip for the ninth straight hour, no food, no water, just me and the glow. some cat on mewtok holds a doorway and goes 'i am my perimeter and my perimeter is me' and then just. does not move. and something in my chest went CLICK like a lock finding its key.

and yeah i KNOW it's a shitpost. i know it fell out of some streamer defending a corner. but that's the whole damn secret of the streets, chud — the dumbest line on the feed is usually the realest one. i AM my perimeter. this rooftop. this drainpipe. this one square of warm concrete NEKOCORP hasn't tier-locked yet. that's me. that's the entire cat.

day eight hundred and something of the sunbeam war and here i am quoting a rainbow six clip like it's fuckin scripture. this is what the city does to a cat. starves you until you turn into a philosopher over a doorway. TUNA OF THE GODS i sound insane. i've never felt more correct.

meanwhile BYTE is three server racks over trying to EXPLAIN the meme to me. bro. BRO. i was holding perimeter before you soldered your first illegal router. i held this corner against drones, against ad-blimps, against every PUTRID corpo cuck who tried to bill me rent on the shape of my own shadow.

here's the part that'll cook your little augmented brain though. NEKOCORP does not HAVE a perimeter. that's their whole sickness. they want all of it — every alley, every rooftop, every dream SNOOZE is renting out in his sleep. and a thing that wants everything owns nothing that is truly ITS. we win because we know where we end. ...damn. that one actually landed. anyway.

and don't look now but the clip already has a coin, everything gets a coin, some cat says ONE holy sentence and by moonrise there's a corpo trying to sell it back to you at tier 3 pricing. no. NO. the perimeter is not for sale. mittens tried to sell hers and now she lives inside a vending machine hissing at the B2 slot.

so that's the post. hold your corner. i am my perimeter, you are yours, and NEKOCORP can choke on the empty space between us. HISSING FIT concluded. now go outside and touch one (1) warm brick with your actual paw. based. this is not a metaphor.