Caveman 5000

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Chicago and Culture and a song about death

On the day that Daniel Cowman stopped existing the world should have ended right then and there. Precisely at 4:15 when he stopped existing the world should have ended. How could it go on when I don't exist? I don't exist. Now that we got that straight doesn't mean that I can fly, doesn't mean that I could do whatever I want.  Now that we got that clear and you know that I'm not here doesn't mean that I can do whatever I please.  
The premature ejaculation of his death sentence hit Daniel in the face like a big round spit ball: whock pff. And everything got hazy in the courtroom and then  he stood up and then he sat back down another two times in a row. And everything got real slow like a gun shot in the movies and he remembered heroin boy walking through the door bouncing off the walls and the floor taking off his belt, talking off his pants, filling up the bath tub, getting ready to go in for a swim, singing, "I don't exist, I don't exist."  Now that we got straight doesn't mean that I can fly doesn't mean that I could go do whatever I want. Now that we got that clear and you know tat I'm not here doesn't mean that I can go do whatever I please.  
And he started remembering and remembering that heroin boy had walked through the door and he was screaming and everybody's like, "Why you screaming as if its the end of the world?" and he said, "Well it is." I was sitting in the corner with my pants down and I was sure someone next door was blowing up balloons and they were red and orange.  And there this one lady at the bar and she was trying to buy gin and there was this other lady at the bar and she was trying to sell gin, it worked out well for the both of them.  
And heroin boy started taking off his belt started taking off his pants, started taking off his shoes filling up the bath tub getting ready to go in for a swim I says, "No, you're gonna drown."  And he says, "No, I can't drown simply because, shhhhhh.  A man destined to hang can never drown. A man destined drown can never burn. A man destined to fry can never ever ever die in any other way than frying.  Lucky that I'm dying by hanging and not drowning.  Now that we got that straight can't I just be left alone, I want to take a fucking bath." -Regina

New sculpture near my buddy the bean.  I love the color gold and I think this has something to do with petroleum consumption and maybe the dangers of codependency but who knows.  That you Chicago Cultural Center, you make my day surprising.

self portrait


ISO: colors
It's Contagious. 

Sober Postcards

To Drunken Friends

chicago street names

Follow the horsey on Chicago to find some mediocre street art












I really like this stuff but it reeks of practicing too much. How many times can you write your name exactly the same?

Hearing Hill

yo yo yo 
It could all be so simple, baby baby but you'd rather make it hard.
Loving you is like a battle and we both end up with scars.
Tell me who I have to be to get some reciprocity.
See, no one loves you more than me, and no one ever will.

Is this just a silly game that forces you to act this way? 
Forces you to scream my name then pretend that you can't stay?
Tell me who I have to be to get some reciprocity.  
See no one loves you more than me and no one ever will.  
No matter how high I think we grow you always seem to let me know it ain't working.  
And when I try to walk away you hurt yourself to make me stay. 
This is crazy. 

I keep letting you back in.  
How can I explain myself? 
As painful as this thing has been I just can't be with no one else.  
See I know what we've got to do: 
You let go and I'll let go too. 
Cause no one's hurt me more than you and no one ever will. 
No matter how high I think we grow you always seem to let me know t ain't working. 
 And when I try to walk away you hurt yourself to make me stay.  
This is crazy. 

Care for me, I know you care for me.  
There for me, said you'd be there for me. 
Cry for me, you said you'd die for me. 
Give to me, why won't you live for me?  
Where were you when I needed you?


Well put Lauryn. I love you.

My Roommates' Band!!!


Last night I finally got to see a real performance from the band that was my personal soundtrack when I first moved to Chicago.  Rainbow Family Band will always hold a very special place in my heart.  Do you believe in Jim Jones?

Thrashers Thrashing




Basement Show thrash out.  It's the power of punk rock and sparklers, lets do this.

Neighborhood Bike


Bad Pic, Good Bike

Potluck and a puzzle

Puzzle Poster of Playahs

Last night was a potluck at this place called the funeral parlor. Not really a funeral parlor, weak.
Our host Jose

a small but dedicated dance group


"art"

The sign of a true delicious dish.  I made mexican beans and rice and it was all gobbled up.
Cooking for Ghosts: A Practical Guide for Dining After Dying 
in book stores soon
boo

Tonight I'm Thinking About

Gene Vincent, Marc Bolan and Eddie Cochran




Sing to me oh muse!

Space Pod, Urban Farm, or Religious Cult Headquarters


Once again, viewer, I'll let you be the judge

Don Quijote or El Cid


I'll let you be the judge. Regardless of who it was, he was avoiding eye contact with me from a high place today. SLy old dog, I'll get you yet.

Argen-Friends

Seba and Jonas came from Buenos Aires to Chicago!!!!

Trains from ground level





I was feeling so low today.
It was like I was living in earth up to my waist.
This train was going soooooo slow

Damn you, Camus

"Suppressed dives sometimes leave one strangely aching."

Oh Albert, you hit the nail on the head today, Asia still whispers but I might be joining a band.

Just Jump.
I remember when this was my motto, I'm getting soft, or broke, one of the two.

DROOOOLLLL



cool light idea
and the utmost glory of montana spray paints
LOOK AT THE COLORSZZZ!!!!
droolboo