Brainrot at 3:17 a.m.

My brain at 3:17 a.m. is a microwave filled with forks, screaming “skibidi yes yes” while Subway

Surfers gameplay runs in the corner of my soul. I try to think one normal thought,

but GYATT jumps in, does the Griddy, and Ohio punches me in the face.

I open Instagram for one minute and suddenly it’s been 4 business days, my phone is at 2%,

and a capybara in a suit just told me to “lock in.”