Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

Nebulas bloom, planets collide and
around 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 bullying
gas to nudge it
towards it's 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 chain readying itself
for the next attack from all

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 will

"This does this, that gadget does those,
and this magazine will address the most pertinent 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 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 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 with the capacity to give a shit