Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

Nebulas bloom, collide and comets
zoom around the checker like a
bratty brother on his new blue bike
leaving snail of ice in his wake

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

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

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

"This does this, that gadget does those,
and this magazine 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 uncertainty and keep their clean in the meantime! meantime, meantime, meantime...
Yet the more I dig, the more I consume, the more I unfold, the less protected I

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