Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

Nebulas bloom, collide and comets
zoom the checker board like a
bratty little brother on his new blue
leaving snail trails of ice in his

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

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

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

"This sweater this, that gadget does those,
and this magazine address the most pertinent aspects of my dot, dot, dot, com" and I believe him!
I want 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 paws in the meantime! meantime, meantime, meantime...
Yet the more I dig, the more I consume, the more I unfold, the 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 bestowed the capacity to give a shit