Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

Nebulas bloom, planets collide and
zoom around the board like a
bratty little brother on his new bike
leaving snail of ice in his wake

Ancient cosmic afterbirth floats on it's own inertia waiting impatiently for the next bullying
gas giant to it
towards it's destination and
I sit in a Restaurant
basking in the curry, fretting the
uncertainty of the

I need to arm myself like a
lower on the food chain itself
for the next from all sides

The voice inside the box is certain that if I get he has my armor will be complete, my hole will be filled, and the bombardment will cease

"This sweater does this, that does those,
and magazine will address the most pertinent aspects of my dot, dot, dot, com" and I believe him!
I don't to but I do!

I am a little kitten in a big, shit filled litter box and I share this facility with a billion other fiercely independent felines who want badly to arm themselves too against the burdens of and keep their paws clean in the meantime! meantime, meantime, meantime...
Yet the more I dig, the more I consume, the I unfold, the less protected I feel

I am the spit on the hair of a son of an electron swimming around the nucleus of a cell inside the sperm of a killer bee and my purpose is as nebulous as why we've been with the capacity to give a shit