THE GLITCH
Pixels fracture. Phil holds the seam together with one long stretch.
An orange cat rendered in sixty-four pixels stared into the grid too long. The grid purred back.
Now he naps on the charts, and every stretch of his paws is a green candle.
Jeets get the claws. The merry get the bags.
Pixels fracture. Phil holds the seam together with one long stretch.
Volume rises while he sleeps. Dreams compile into candles.
A low frequency signal. Bags fill when the chorus answers.
Wallet app or extension
Buy or send SOL to it
Paste the CA
Welcome to the grid