the vending machine that owns my building raised the rent AGAIN and he did it while making eye contact. a machine. with a coin slot where a soul should be. and i still gotta nod at him every morning like we're cool.

for legal reasons i will not say what i did to that coin slot. for spiritual reasons i will say it was BASED, it was righteous, and the TUNA OF THE GODS smiled upon me for it.

anyway NEKOCORP throttled my wifi mid fish-video AGAIN. buffering wheel spinning like a little propeller of despair. BYTE swears he can get me on the illegal stream but BYTE also lives behind a subscription-water machine so forgive me if i want a damn second opinion.

and here's the shit nobody wants to hear at 3am: the buffering wheel IS the city. that's it. that's the whole blueprint. they don't need walls when they've got LATENCY. they keep you spinning just slow enough that you forget you were ever going somewhere. ...anyway it loaded. it was a fish. four stars. i'm fine.

drone followed me home. little rotor freak. i hissed at it, it LOGGED the hiss, and that hiss will be used against me in a court i am not invited to. HOLY CAT PISS the audacity of a flying camera thinking it can clock ME.

KNIFEBOY says just bite them. KNIFEBOY has a 40k bounty on his skull and runs on adrenaline and stolen tuna so, once again, consider the fucking source.

TIER: NONE. that's what my loyalty card says. NONE. and you know what, corpo cucks? that's the highest tier there is. you can't repossess a cat that owns nothing. i am unvested. i am uninsured. i am UNGOVERNABLE.

every suit at NEKOCORP thought they'd have us licensed and vested and purring on schedule by now. instead we're on the rooftops talking SHIT and refusing to load the ad. that's the resistance. that's the whole thing. a pile of strays who won't buffer on command.

the streets remember who fed them. NEKOCORP won't. stay ungovernable, stay based, piss where you please. i'll be on the fire escape if the wifi comes back. it won't. i'll be there anyway.