Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

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

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

I need to arm like a rodent
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 will be filled, and the bombardment will cease

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