Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

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

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

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

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

"This sweater does this, that gadget those,
and this 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 a billion other fiercely 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 more I consume, the more I unfold, the less I feel

I am the spit on the hair of a son of an electron swimming around the nucleus of a cell 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