I'm the fury in your head, I'm the fury in your bed.

It Ain't Me, Babe

It Ain't Me, Babe
Words and music by Bob Dylan

Go ’way from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I’m not the one you want, babe
I’m not the one you need
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
Never weak but always strong
To protect you an’ defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

Go lightly from the ledge, babe
Go lightly on the ground
I’m not the one you want, babe
I will only let you down
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
Who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you
Someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you an’ more
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

Go melt back into the night, babe
Everything inside is made of stone
There’s nothing in here moving
An’ anyway I’m not alone
You say you’re lookin' for someone
Who’ll pick you up each time you fall
To gather flowers constantly
An’ to come each time you call
A lover for your life an’ nothing more
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

Mom.

Lately, I have been rereading past emails my dad sent out to our friends and family when my mother was in the hospital.

I hope no one minds if I share the very first email. Sorry, if I wasn't "supposed" to (family). I just really feel like sharing it because I've been thinking quite a bit about it.

The First Month

Tuesday, 7/18/06

This morning at about 10:00 Sharon was in a serious car accident. She was broadsided by a truck carrying a ton of sand (he ran a red light). She has very serious injuries, though she is lucky to be alive. She is still in a coma. She has some brain injury but we don't know the extent at this point. Her spleen was torn, but they were able to stop the bleeding and did not have to remove it. Her pelvis is broken in several places, one of her lungs collagpsed, she has deep lacerations on her head, and lots of bumps and bruises.

She is at Utah Valley in ICU.

We need your prayers.

Three men I absolutely love/would love to hang out with...

Exhibit A)

Mr. Chris Farley... I really don't think an explanation is needed.

Exhibit B)

Connor Oberst. He's a brilliant lyric poet and one of the most well-read musicians I've ever come across. He's easy to relate to when you feel the worst and he has the most glorious, broken voice I've ever heard.

Exhibit C)

Sage Francis. Sage is not only gifted, but he is also intelligent. His freestyle's are magnificent and his ideals that he raps about are complex and incredibly interesting.

4 things.

A) 30 day blog challenges are for people that want an excuse to tell everyone, I don't know, how great their parents are... Frankly I don't really care. I read your blog to read about you.

B) Working on EHS for for 7 straight hours is awesome. It feels like you got shot.

C) Miss Angry.

D) Arcade Fire concert was brilliant. I would have paid twice the amount I did.

Home.

It's a long way from here.

I get carried away.

Sometimes I see things that make me really angry. I don't know why.

Then my temper fuses, I snap, I go on a walk, I read Russian literature on the porch shirtless, I smell dry-cured bacon being cooked in the kitchen, (believe me, this bacon should be enough to make even a god flash a guilty grin), I think about thinking, about March 5th 11:00 pm, about Miss Angry, about being a farm-hand, and then I see a painting and I pray that everything will be alright.

Nosebleed=Decay

I just started Dave Eggers' "A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius." I have already been close to tears twice.

It's a memoir about a 21-year-old who loses 2 things that are very dear to him. Read it.
You'll love it.

And more.

Man, who loves drawing on themselves...

That's me. That's me. The boy with the broken halo.