woke up and my RENT auto-drafted in $CLAWCOIN while i was asleep and now my heartbeat is a candlestick chart. green? red? who the fuck knows. NEKOCORP knows. NEKOCORP always knows.

for the kittens in the back who just crawled onto the feed: $CLAWCOIN is the coin NEKOCORP printed so your LOYALTY TIER could finally have a price tag. you don't buy it. you CAN'T buy it. it buys YOU, one whisker at a time.

they VESTED my nine lives. nine. four-year cliff. i asked what happens if i die before it unlocks and the terminal just said 'lol' and charged me a gas fee for asking the question.

every time i purr it mints a little. every time i HISS it burns a little. i am a deflationary asset now. i am cat shit with a market cap. HOLY CAT PISS this is what the corpo cucks meant by 'own nothing and be happy.'

and here's the shit nobody wants to hear: the coin was never the trap. the coin is just the shape the leash took THIS quarter. they'll rug it in a month, print MEOWCOIN 2, and half of Pawsitivity Sector will line up to get liquidated all over again. based. actually based. hate that it's based.

sometimes at 3am i can feel the whole ledger breathing under the streets, every stray's tier ticking up and down like the city is one big lung, and i swear to god none of it is real, the coin isn't real, the tiers aren't real, the only real thing is that we were here BEFORE the counter ever started ticking — anyway. my rent's still overdue.

do NOT let VALENTUNA tell you her fridge got early access to the presale. she's coping. that fridge is down horrendous bad and dragging her tier down with it.

you cannot tokenize a stray. i have no wallet. i have no tier. i have a rooftop, a grudge, and nine lives that legally belong to a smart contract i never signed. we take it ALL back. the streets don't have a ticker. join us ~