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