Grief is the price we pay for Love

If you find yourself in London,
you'll know when your there
it will be raining on you
at least a bit
and if your by the river
a cold wind will be pulling your coat away
or your umbrella inside out
But when you get to the center
past the Pert A Mengers
and Diors,
but not past the starbucks...
because you will always be next to a starbucks,
you will, in the middle of all this gloom
find a quaint park
and in the center of this park
past the bums
and kids on drugs
there is an wooden obelisk
on which is inscribed

'GRIEF IS THE PRICE WE PAY FOR LOVE'

and you may think to yourself,
as the rain pours down from a dark grey sky
that you might hang your head a bit...
and if you do you may notice that by your feet
is carved a bit more:

'time is too slow for those who wait
too swift for those who fear
too long for those who grieve
to short for those who rejoice
but for those who love
time is not'

and after reading this
you may feel a bit better.
Or you may just say
'fuck this city'
...

from what I've found most people here choose the latter.


Today I woke up with the sun on my face
in a bathing suit
no headache.
I played with Euka
the little girl that lives in our building
and ate half of a sandwich
with some fruit tea
that a blond girl handed me.

Its raining and cold now
but hell, I'm already wet
and mostly composed of water

I think I'll grab my Oyster and hit the tube

Love,
Clint

ps- you owe me some grief for that love!

London Eye

Try if you will, to imagine some feet. They are your feet, and they have been walking all about the world of Europe. Alright, so basically you have some hooves, scarred up and callous, past the point where they could ever hurt let alone feel anything.

And that's exactly what you need for running of the bulls in Pamplona, Spain. Hooray for the festival San Fermin! Wanna die? Go here! To Spain! where people are out of their god damn minds and sangria in as good as gold! I can sum up my whole experience with this-

Stand
Stand
stand...
shit!
RUN!!!
runrunrunrunrun
BULLSohShitMan!
guy gets gored
pushes me
I hit fence with face
hit ground
people stomp you a bit
run into the stadium
dont get killed by Oxen
time for SANGRIAAA!!!

But if you wanna have a really good time I'd go to the PETA protest two days before the start of the festival. Running of the Nudes! Its good fun... good sexy fun. haha :D

I took a train to paris and had some drinks with mr Pip

anyway then I went to Ampsterdam where you can get high and purchase people which is interesting

and then I took a nice boat

to London


which is where I have been for a while



sorry i dont write


Im just always sleeping
or out

Ive had a lot of sleep to catch up on
a girl the other night thought i was 30

I need some sleep i guess



clint-

Tour De France

the tour de france is here today!
the tour de france hooray!
youll see some cycles for about a second,
and then youll go away.

It's the Ones Who've Cracked that the Light Shines Through

Hello,

the headaches are
more frequent now
increasing in severity
not the greatest thing to feel
deep inside your head,
and inopportune moments as well
I was briefly taken in by the KKE
the communist party in Greece
and a bunch of Anarchists
I don't speak Greek,
Its Greek to me,
but I do speak anti-establishment
Ive traveled the sea
where I met nothing but the cold violent air
and then Italy,
ugly disgusting Italy,
angry and cruel with harsh borders
people have no time for you in Italy
Pisa was nice
build your house on sand
it may not be that smart
but it will get more notoriety...
if it doesn't fall down.
I tried to leave,
but fell asleep on the train.
I woke up in an empty train station.
The train was off,
no one at the station.
a telephone add chanting
bla,bla,bla
another where a woman's nips get hard
and she goes down on a guy
because of some booze he bought her.
I step off into darkness
the lights flicker.
I died on the train,
damnit.
this must be my own personal silent hill.
a private hell.
I walk along the liquid roads in the darkness.
People lie motionless all about.
the city is a maze
each corridor leading to another
to another
to a drop.
scurries in the night
noise
I miss my bed
i sit and get out my guitar
I play 'scavenger type'
by NoFx
as i reach the
'no one did see him die' part
a squatter-punk in a cut up rancid T-shirt
walks out of the darkness.
"I think I might have died" I tell him
he just smiles and sits down looking at me
I play "baby I'm an anarchist" and some cops come
and tell me to stop
I say 'im dead now, I got plenty of time!'
Punk laughs and says
"your funny. This is Venice, Italy and we sink"
I tell him I'm from Venice, Fl
and we sink as well.
He smiles
"your funny"
Then to everywhere in Switzerland
some hippies took me in
we camped and were merry
in the snowy alps
there's a hobo outside
speaks very little english
i dont even try
he screams in the night
i sit with him in the day
nothing else to do in Nice
I'm just waiting on a train to take me away from here
to Pamplona tomorrow
to get mauled by bulls
we sit and say
'beautiful woman'
when one presents herself
one did today
she was very scared
quickly trying at the hotel keypad, though she lives there
couldnt do it
i stood up and did it for her
0-1-9-4-5 easy
she thanked me in french
I said 'howdy'
just for the fuck of it
she wont look at him
he has tatoo'd his own face
she looks somehow less attractive
I sit back down
he asks me for a cig
still dont have one
hes a bit crazy
he screams in the night
but when i come out the door he stops and says
'pardon'
and smiles
Its raining now
been there
better here in nice then in Normandy
cant see your breath in the fridge here
I hate the tour du france
it comes here tomorrow
thats why my train cost 90 euro
thats well over 100$
thats why people tell me lance sucks this year
i dont care
please leave me be

In other news,
goodbye

clint

special thanks go out to
my favorite artist: Ciara
New Yorker at heart: Bella
My emergency booking agent: Mum
Best pig farmers ever: The Kandras
Rad photographer: Lenka
Best looking school teacher in Slovakia: Anastazia
The lovely staff at hotel Meyerbeer
Everyone in Tuti Fruti Poland
The hippie(s) in Wien, Serbia, and Swiz Alpz
The punks in Greece, Paris, Venice, and on that train
My roomate who is also a ghost i think, John
My best friend in the world Brant who dosnt read this
and of course,
president of the first french co-opp and experimental filmmaker Pip

Fuck Max

The Pink Palace/ Bad for the body, good for the soul

So right now I'm in Corfu, a large... kinda large island off the west coast of Greece. It's great, at least I think so, not that I've been here long at all, but It beats the past few days. Allow me to elaborate.

For the past I dont know.... um since I think sat night I have been on a train, or a bus, or a boat. I was five hours early for my train in Wien, Austria. But then some hippie took me to there house and we had a grand time and when i got back to the station i was still a half hour early. Unfortunately, the luggage locker i put my bag in decided not to give me my luggage back and i missed my train. I hopped onto another at random and It just so happened to catch up to my other (original) train in Buddapest! What luck!

I was cramped up in a little car with these two train worker for i think 23 hours, but one was the Train Master for all of Bulgaria and he showed me how to cut 16 hours off my train ride, then i played drums with the train conductor... long story. Anyway, after already being early I caught a Bus that was 12 hours earlier then I normally would have been on. The ride was horrible from Athens to who knows where. Rio is playing at the bar im typing at, it reminds me of John.

I wrote a song in my journal about the horrible bus ride.

Here it is

"I'm on A Bus. By Clint Hanaway"
I'm on a bus
I'm on a bus
I'm lost somewhere in Greece but at least I'm on a bus

I'm on a bus and
I'm really lost and
I have no fuckin idea where I'm goin
I'm somewhere in Greece, Driftin round like swine flu
Only hope I find a way to Corfu

Stop The Bus!
Those Goats Are REAL!

Cramped up on a bus Mothafucka!
Smells like shit, this really sux Mothafucka!
6 hours through the dessert Mothafucka!
Piece of Shit, not supprised if it explodes...

Never Planned to be on this bus
though the ferry was always a must
Bus Driver! Let. Me. Pee.
Never thought I'd Smell Decay
of the animals that got in our way
believe me when I say,
we hit a sheepdog.

Ok so I may have ripped off 'I'm on a boat' but give me a break.

I'm just happy to be somewhere, anywhere. Its not where you are, its if anyone can understand your language haha! For your amusement here is the least gross video of something that I have, you dont wanna see the others, but one day you will :)




All I can say is that its brains were delicious. Also, Greece sux. They are nasty to people from Massidonia just because they now call north Greece Massidonia... Which its not. Alex the great was from Massidonia and the Greece dont wanna give him up, though he didnt even speek greek, he spoke Massidonian.

Anyway I'm not dead, Oh and I forgot! I was in Bratislava and on a tram to the Train when some guy in shitty clothes came up and asked for my ticket. I told him the machine was broken but I have some money for the tram. He said to give him 40euro! the tram is 50 cents! I told him no and tried to leave, I wasnt gonna give my money to someone with no proper ID. His didnt have a pic on it and looked fake, plus i cant read it. Just then, some big mothafucka comes out of what seemed to be nowhere and pushes me back in my seat. Then I got hit a lot, then they said i was going to jail, then the cops came and took me into custody, then when the original guys left I gave the cop driving the car 84 euro to just drive me back to the train and let me go. Then he tried to steal my passport! I had to bust out my Military ID and act like I was some kind of athority. I dont remember what i said, but i do remember getting out my cell phone and pretending to call something, either way he got nervous, gave it back and left.

Goddamnit.

oh well, just so much life out there you know?

in bulgaria people shake their head yes and nod no. Only place in the world.


Lots of Love,
Clint

sweetbreads

oh when i was a little boz

i put awaz mz action tozs, well i became obsessed with operation

with hearts and minds and certin glands zou learn to keep a steadz hand

and thus began a morbid fasination

with sweatbreads

i can taste what zou were thinking

thats the tast of nurons blinking

give mee zour thoughts abouuuut 

sweeetbreadsssss

brunch of brains on rze with tea makes me a happz daz

beer for desert

eat zour heart out,

clint

zou are here

trevor maz need to get a tatoo soon, with the waz things have been going. as of now, i am in spisska nova ves, slovakia. i am being fed verz well, verz well. i feel a bit like shit becuase of all the alcohol thez drink here. i spent quite a long time locked up in a cabin in the mountains with about šé dammit i mean 30 other kids of various ages, all of which were probablz martin§s cousin. i brought a man here with me. his name is jens, and he just left on a train for bratislava. jens or yeeennnzzz was a danish composer from well, denmark. im meeting him on the tenth mazbe for a festival. 

i have been without travel companion since the fifth when i post last, also no web and mostlz no fone. hope james got home

I have decided a man with no destination can not be lost. zou are here is mz new motto. i write it on mz book to remind me.

I sing sweet home alabama with french girls that no speak english, i ride on train to poland and in dinning car sing babz im an anarchist with arian german kids, i sing the whole album of rancid§s indestructable album with germans in poland, so fun. mtv generation bbabz aint no one give a fuck.

pardon the whole z for y thing and the little or no capitals but this is a slovakian kezbord and soon i have to go slaughter a 120kl pig with a hammer and pointz thing and then drain its blood into a bathtub so we can make some tastz sausage for selling.... zeah, this is slovakia, and i live on a farm. have for a while now. before that i was in poland. krakow to be exact. made a lot of polish friends, almost couldnt leave. one night we rented a train for a girls birthdaz and cruised around the citz for hours. it was incredible. 

earlier that perticular daz i was inside of the gas chambers of ashwity 1 and 2. there was a room with three and a halv tons of womans hair. thez had been making it into mittens and socks for the germans... the place was fucked up. II nearlz froye on the beaches of normandz this past sixth daz. i was on the beaches with soldiers from around the world, it was raining, it was normandz and freeying. i was taken in bz some lovelz french teenagers and thez made me a huge dinner and we were all quite merrz. but i sleep out in the rain and freeye, i was quite cold then and all night with cold burns on me. the next daz was a holidaz, like mothers daz but not. no busses, and i walk for 30kl with backpack through fields of hopps and raddishes and get verz exausted. nother notch in belt gone, lossing weight and that makes ever colder. jumpped a train when i made it to town, a ladz give me ride and kisses which was nice. i was in nantes for the mear noveltz of the song and the fact that lennard coen was plazing live there. 

ever see dragon heart. i climbed to that castle the other daz, biggest in the europe. or second i dont know. also i climbed some mountains and other things. i hate hights verz much butť mountains are not so often so dammit i had to haha. must walk to post office soon, be back for kill pig. such a big pig uhhh, when dead still run around and can break legs, not looking forward to pig. big dog here, 800kl and steak knives for teath. ok not reallz but it huge, three times how big shadow was. big teath, im starting to get it to stop trzing to kill me when i come bz the farm animals. there are gzpsies here and thez live in shannz town and steal and make manz children that also steal. everzone have big angrz dogs for gzpsies to go awaz.

this maz be mz last post for a while. i dont know what is going to happen. i mailed zou letters. brant and ciara. brant dosnt read this, trevor tell brant. i have almost filled a book in the time i have been here, so far i have written seventz six pages. ill have two hundred bz the time im home. i might come back a bit earlier because of price of ticket in august, also to move stuff into house. if anzone see john tell him horaz for house

miss zou all, cept max of course

i wrote a pop punk song about max

its called §fuck mäx)

damn this kezbord

nastrovia,

clint joseph hanawaz