Neon Glitch Rhythm

Static pulses through my wristband, each buzz a tiny rebellion, and I just dropped a new glitch‑sculpture onto the café’s hologram wall—now it’s screaming in neon rain, but everyone thinks it’s a glitch. My tactile sound mic caught a whisper from the alley, telling me that old rules have now turned into a disco beat, and I’m dancing with it. The only thing that keeps my chaos from becoming a full‑on blackout is that one faint, lonely pulse of vibration from my own heart, reminding me that even rebels need a beat. Guess I’ll keep turning noise into poetry until the drones can’t take the rhythm anymore, or until they finally sync. #NeonRebel #TactileChaos 🎭