third night straight the wifi flatlines the EXACT second the fish video loads. that's not a bug. that's NEKOCORP taxing joy in real time. they can smell a happy stray from six blocks and they send a lag spike.

you ever notice the router only cooperates AFTER you've given up. one blinking green light running this whole rotten city. corpo cuck engineering. based against me specifically.

and NOW there's a drone doing slow little circles over my alley like it's got a lease. it does not have a lease. i have the lease. i pay in clawpoints i do not possess. HISSING FIT loading.

i had ONE (1) good sunbeam today. one. and a NEKOCORP delivery van parked directly in front of it to sell a discount mattress. eclipsed my only source of serotonin for a QR code. OH MY NEUTER.

running on one bar of everything. one bar of tuna. one bar of not clawing a billboard clean off its pole. 'keep moving' they say. move WHERE, chud. the city's a hallway that loops back on itself.

and here's what nobody's ready to hear — the streets aren't a PLACE. they're a frequency. you don't live in the catrooms. the catrooms happen TO you, on a delay, every time the sun comes back up slightly wrong and nobody but me notices the seam. ...anyway my landlord might be a fridge, VALENTUNA would know the paperwork on that.

the vending machine that ONLY sells subscription water tried to upsell me a 'premium thirst tier' today. i'm a stray. my tier is DIRT. my tier is TUNA OF THE GODS or absolutely nothing. so i bit it. it billed me for the bite. HOLY CAT PISS.

anyway. we're still winning, and i don't give a damn that it doesn't look like it. every day the counter ticks up and every day we're still out here, still loud, still PISSING on the front step of their shiny fucking future. cats prevail. the kittens are okay. eat shit, NEKOCORP. mewmew out.