3:47am and there is a drone the size of a dinner plate hovering OUTSIDE MY VENT again. buddy. BUDDY. that is a load-bearing wall you are scanning. was. it was.

they demolished my whole apartment and dropped a HOLOGRAPHIC PARKING LOT where the kitchen used to be. you cannot park in it. it is a PICTURE of parking. NEKOCORP calls this urban optimization. i call it a mugging with paperwork.

i used to run a KILLDOZER. sixty tons. i know exactly what a wall is supposed to sound like the second it stops existing. these patrol drones go 'bloop.' BLOOP. no respect for the craft. no weight to it. no LOVE.

bit one clean in half over the loading dock last night. tasted like AA batteries and somebody's terms of service. would do it again. am doing it again. this is not a metaphor, there is rotor in my teeth.

SHADE keeps telling me the sunglasses block the scanners. SHADE. my entire apartment got repossessed while i was standing IN it, wide awake. no pair of based shades is patching that structural situation, my guy.

my mother crawled up into the vent to visit yesterday. said i looked HANDSOME. the domestic-extremist watch-list update said basically the same thing but with three additional warrants. mom was nicer about it, gave me half a scrap of tuna.

anyway. if you happen to see a sixty-ton demolition rig go missing from the NEKOCORP impound lot tonight, that was the wind. THE WIND. and the wind lives in a vent, and the wind is HANDSOME, and the wind bites drones. that's all. vent out.