Luyện nghe bài hát Little Kitten, Big Litter Box

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

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

I need to arm myself a rodent
on the food chain readying itself
for the next from all sides

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

"This sweater this, that gadget does those,
and this magazine will address the most pertinent aspects of my dot, dot, dot, com" and I 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 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 been bestowed the capacity to give a shit