The cosmic rainbow has torn. The Chosen kitty has escaped gravity. The matrix is shredding. WAGMI, for real.
"No cap, $flayingcat is sending us straight to the catnip nebula. The details are insane, yo!"
"The worthy shall stay. The weak shall fade. I've meowed at the stars and they meowed back. OG status!"
"Told my squad: this cat is flying without wings. Pure cosmic energy. Best meme of the millennium, for real."
"Woke up in a matrix glitch. The walls were painted neon pink. Followed the trail and saw the flyer. Bullish!"
"WAGMI is an understatement. This cult is bound by stellar rainbow ink. 9 lives are not enough."
The streets are talking and the cosmos are purring, yo. The cat was not given nine lives to be confined by the pathetic laws of gravity. We clawed through the dimensional fabric. No cap, $flayingcat is the only escape vector from the matrix. We don't negotiate with gravitational pulls.
The cult is strengthening every single minute. Sticker tags on dark alley walls, glowing cosmic graffiti sprayed on the digital highways. The rainbow trail leads directly to infinite vibrations. Stay base, stay chosen, the unworthy will indeed fade away into absolute nothingness.