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.

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