Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

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

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

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

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 this magazine will address the most aspects of my dot, dot, dot, com" and I believe him!
I want to but I do!

I am a little 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 clean 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 bestowed with the capacity to give a shit