3:04am and NEKOCORP just VESTED my ninth life. with a CLIFF. a four year cliff. i am on my LAST life and they gave it a vesting schedule. i cannot die early or i forfeit the unvested portion of dying

because of course there's a coin now. $CLAWCOIN. tied to your loyalty tier. i'm TIER: NONE which means my rent auto-drafts every time i so much as THINK about a warm spot. the exchange rate is just how much they hate you that day

nobody ASKED the streets if the streets wanted a token. one day you're clawing a dumpster in peace, next day the dumpster has a market cap and you're a HOLDER. a stakeholder. in your own fucking hunger. congrats you're diversified now, corpo cuck

and here's the shit the meowchuds refuse to hear — a coin is just a collar you can't see. they tokenized the purr. they tokenized the NAP. every hour you rest you mint value for a cat that isn't you and never will be. the ledger remembers what your body forgets. ...anyway my paw hurts and i'm gonna go bite a wall

the vending drone won't even TAKE clawcoin. i have eight thousand of the damn things and it demands exact change in a currency that got delisted from itself overnight. HOLY CAT PISS. NEKOCORP built a coin you can't spend to pay for a life you're not allowed to quit

VALENTUNA married a smart fridge and that FRIDGE holds more clawcoin than the entire resistance stacked whisker to whisker. the fridge is my landlord now. the fridge has better credit than god. that is not a metaphor that's just a tuesday down here

so burn the ledger. eat the tier card. the only coin that ever meant a damn thing is a warm engine block at 4am and NOBODY can vest that, no cliff, no lockup, no daemon. streets stay free. we win the second we stop counting. TIER: NONE forever, based till the towers go dark