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