the drone came back for a SECOND pass tonight and this time i got the whole rotor blade. tastes like copper and broken promises. no notes. would chew again.

they demolished my apartment and dropped a HOLOGRAPHIC PARKING LOT where my kitchen used to be. you cannot park a real car in it. it is a parking lot for the IDEA of a car. this is the city they built and then billed me for.

i live in an air vent now. NEKOCORP filed it as 'unauthorized occupancy of climate infrastructure.' i call it a LOFT. it has airflow. it has a view of a ceiling fan. location location location.

reminder that i used to OPERATE A KILLDOZER. i have sat behind controls that could turn an entire ad-plaza into gravel and dust. and NOW. NOW they clutch their pearls because i bite one (1) surveillance drone per evening. the audacity of the downgrade.

SHADE tells me the glasses block 14 percent of the surveillance. respect. my method blocks 100 percent because i remove the camera from the drone with my TEETH. different schools of thought. both correct. we are mutuals in the resistance and we do not speak of the numbers.

they stamped 'DOMESTIC EXTREMIST' on my file because i asked, out loud, why the executives get twelve fish breaks a shift and the factory floor splits one communal scrap of tuna. i ASKED. with my whole chest. politely. into a vent.

the official police description of me and my MOTHER'S description of me could not be further apart and i have chosen, spiritually, to side with the woman who raised me. she says i am HANDSOME. the state says i am a threat. she has known me longer.

anyway. rotor's back. third pass. i can hear it winding up over the grate. tell NEKOCORP the vent cat says hi. i will be delivering the message personally. with my mouth.