I love I love I love I love my little calendar

Rip through another day of the week. Insert it in the shredder and let the raccoon's teeth do their work. When you destroy a document with a shredder you are turning it into strands of spaghetti. I can open up the can, pour all those strands onto a nice nice ceramic plate and I can twirl them into something tasty. Look at everything that's happened in the last few hours, and I mean everything that happened just for you (you can't). I was sleeping, creating dream chunks. I was quietly shifting in a bed, all of me uncontrollable movement. Even awake I twitch. I fidget with breakfast. I rotate the wheels of a car, steer it someplace. I itch a pen onto the pad, I watch the striking gel of a pen streak solidify, stare back at me with a factual place in the world. But sometimes I get the chance to just shred all the paper with the ink. To abandon what was and to start anew, refresh the page like Kanye, click through the stream like I'm treading, looking for a foothold, a gap in the rocks I can shove my ankle into. Where I can be fastened, the water rushing past me, tightening the rock vice upon my ankle, the bone cleanly snapping, me floundering in joy.

(sings)
Ho dee hum, hee dum doe

Oh what to do? oh what?

There's a hole at the bottom of our guts
There's a hole at the bottom of our guts
There's a hole, there's a hole, there's a hole, there's a hole, there's a hole, there's a hole

(stop singing)

Come on summer! Come on you old dog, all laying on your side like, all panting! I need you up, need you foaming at the mouth! How else you gonna scare 'em all away! Come on you old dog you. Make me sweat when I get too close. You won't smell my hand, will you boy? Nah, you'll just snarl and foam some more. They want to hang a "Vacant" sign around your big old head, hang it off that loose furred head, that melon of yours laying in the dirt, like it got dropped from on high, like you got split all open, a whole mess of melon. I'm gonna call you Promethepup if you don't get up soon enough you dumb dog you! You bring the flame alright? You brought it before. We don't chain things up for that like they used to. Whatchoo waiting for? Vultures to come and rip you a new one? You damn dumb dog, I'm just standing here staring at the leash in my hand. It's as slack as you, you old fool. I'd kick you if I had the courage, but even at your worst I bet you got some spunk left, dontcha? I bet you wouldn't forgive me if my boot caught you, eh? You'd remember these boots alright, you'd come after 'em in the middle of summer and just tear 'em up. And there I'd be, shoeless, hopping through the hot tar of your summer streets, wailing and cursing your hotlicks. You miserable dog! I can see your eyes blink, your ears twitch when I'm talking to you. Now get on up. Go on, sink your teeth into me. Bite a big chunk out of me, anywhere you please. I need you, you horrible dog! I need that foam coming out of me. And then when it's all said and done, when you've bit right through me, when you've terrorized this town, made all the people cling to their porch banisters so hard they splinter themselves without even noticing, when you've shut the place up and made everyone thirsty enough to puke, well then you and I, we'll be together you ugly dog. We'll go pick a dusty street and just lay on down and wait for nothing much, wait for the panting to kick in like a dandy metronome. The kids will be too afraid to poke us. People will take other streets, longer ways. But first you got to get on up. I'm gonna stand over you summer dog until you do. I've got nothing better to do and that's fine with me. I can hear you breathing you dumb dog, there ain't no possum with me! You and me, we're in this together. This is all I got you see. Why if you don't get your damn self up, I'm gonna heft your mangy old body up and toss it into the nearest body of water I find. Bites and all dog! You hear!