Bedroom Blues
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You are DJ Cranium. Life is... complicated when you don't have lungs, yet you scream for the beat. You lie on your velvet pillow in the luxury bedroom, the neon sign above buzzing with the word "EXISTENCE".
Surrounding you are your silent roommates—six silicone dolls who are great listeners but terrible conversationalists. In the corner, The Beast growls. That damn dog. It’s looking at you not as a master, but as a snack. He already ate your wagyu beef delivery.
You have two choices today: chase the dream or chase the paper.