Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

Nebulas bloom, planets collide and
zoom around the checker board a
bratty brother on his new blue bike
snail trails of ice in his wake

Ancient cosmic afterbirth floats helplessly on it's own inertia waiting for the next bullying
gas to nudge it
towards it's next and
I sit in a Thai
basking in the curry, fretting the
of the dawn

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

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

"This sweater does this, gadget 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 independent felines who want badly to arm themselves too against the burdens of uncertainty and keep their paws clean in the meantime! meantime, meantime, meantime...
Yet the more I dig, the I consume, the more 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 inside the sperm of a killer bee and my purpose is as nebulous as why we've been bestowed with the capacity to give a shit