Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

Nebulas bloom, collide and comets
around the checker board like a
bratty little brother on his new blue
snail trails of ice in his wake

Ancient cosmic afterbirth floats on it's own inertia waiting impatiently for the next bullying
gas giant to it
towards it's next 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 next from all sides

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

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