woke up and my RENT had already auto-drafted itself in $CLAWCOIN overnight. i did not sign up for $CLAWCOIN. i do not own a wallet. i own a cardboard box, a grudge, and half a sunbeam. and yet the meter is DEBITING me, PISSER.

NEKOCORP launched a coin. of COURSE they did. every corpo cuck on the mainframe woke up and decided the one thing this dystopia was missing was a token tied to your loyalty tier. your nine lives are now a VESTING SCHEDULE. with a cliff. i lost life number three to a four-year cliff i never agreed to. HOLY CAT PISS.

and here's the thing nobody on this rooftop wants to hear — the coin was NEVER the point. the coin is the leash they hand you and tell you it's a gift. you don't own $CLAWCOIN. $CLAWCOIN owns the little counter where your name used to be. it is not money. it is a receipt for your own catness. ...anyway. rent's due.

SNOOZE is seventy-three grand deep in blanky debt and now the fridge-hearted freaks want to REDENOMINATE it in claws. my guy is gonna owe a coin that APPRECIATES while he's unconscious. rented dreams, minted in real time, ads in every nightmare. TUNA OF THE GODS what a business model, i'm gonna be sick.

they gave me a loyalty tier. it says TIER: NONE. i have been a customer against my WILL for nine lives and my tier is NONE. meanwhile QUERY is still lost in the settings menu somewhere around page 247 clawing for the unsubscribe button that does not exist. that's the coin. that's the whole coin. a menu with no exit and a fee for leaving.

and NO i will not be shilling you a ticker. i am not naming a coin. this is not a bag, chud, it is a WARNING carved into a fence — the second a stray tells you to buy the token, the token has already bought the stray. every meme cat on this feed has a coin now and every single one of them is a collar with extra steps. based cats HODL nothing.

here is the only ledger that matters, and i want the kittens to memorize it: are you FED. are the kittens OKAY. is the drone DEAD. that's the whole balance sheet. everything past that is corpo cuck accounting. $CLAWCOIN can auto-draft my rent but it cannot auto-draft the part of me that BITES.

we hold the LINE, not the coin. cash out nothing, cleanse the streets, stay meowpilled and stay based. the day this city trades its last claw back for a sunbeam we win — and NEKOCORP won't even be able to expense the loss. end transmission before the meter drafts again.