Published on Monday, 29th October 2007 .
I found this amongst the 241 the comments on mininova for a movie torrent by the now infamous ‘aXXo’ who is known for releasing “quality” Hollywood movie rips. He seems to some how produce these while the movie is still in cinemas.
Our Ripper, who art on mininova,
aXXo be thy name.
Thy torrents come.
Seeding will be done,
Here as it was on suprnova.
Give us this day our latest rips.
And forgive us our leeching,
As we forgive those that leech from us.
And lead us not on to private trackers;
But deliver us from the MPAA:
For thine is the ripping, the seeding, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
aXXo seems to have become the Robin Hood of the movie torrent scene and has many fans and rivals. By putting his name on the end of his releases it makes them easy to find but it is also in the spirit of the graffiti tagger who makes themselves notorious in a certain area. Living in Kreuzberg Berlin I know the tags ‘1UP’, ‘Just’ and ‘THC’ well as they are on every street. This gives you a feeling of place I find in a large city.
Published on Thursday, 14th June 2007 .
A wet sky ends another flushed day
Letting go of the days hot frustrations
Releasing the struggle that started at dawn
So one can finally say “I’m done.”
The race is over. Nobody won.
The cool breeze retires ambition
Let the shoulders sag and, put on loose shoes,
Smile in the company of others
Reflecting at the slow replay of the days events
Forever to be frozen in memory
Washed in hopes or regrets
Published on Tuesday, 24th October 2006 .
I wish I was a pie-man
And lived by the sea
A pie-man gets to try one
And in the sea he gets to pee
Published on Thursday, 06th July 2006 .
Today could be the last day of my life
I made a curry, rode my bike.
The sunset took its time fading away,
One orange at a time
While sparrows madly cut and dived
Cut and dived
Madly took their flight
Through the last days light of my life
My clean bare feet still soft from the moist heat
Timidly caress the wet gravel
The rain starts again
People shut their doors,
Close the windows from dark rooms
Whims to this weather
The sun silently drowns on the grey horizon
And it ends, this soft goodbye
Published on Wednesday, 17th May 2006 .
Coffee is my new God
I worship the black grainy truth
Biting the nails off slow seconds
Master makes the pages turn
While inside the mind burns
One thousand thoughts a second
This pen stains my accuser finger
Like the scribes of ancient old
Darkly out of shape the eye brown stalks
The day jumps in time
The Day Jumps Peter Pan
The Day JUMPS kAnGaRoOs
Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee
For for for for for for
Me me me me me me
Published on Monday, 17th April 2006 .
I have fallen for you
Again! Just when I thought the birds were never
talking to the bees
again
I have fallen into you
Where happiness is as riding a bike between meals
On ideas of ideals
I have fallen over you
So all that was escape is now exile
I have fallen over you
All the way
to the
floor
I have fallen
f
o
r
You.
A trip I take alone.
Published on Monday, 06th March 2006 .
I want to come over to
Touch your feet and make you shy
Talk to you in gentle tones
Of subtle gaietys quietly alone
Let you untangle that truth
You have been warping around your head
And then lie down and die
Together till mornings bright ‘Hello again!’
Published on Wednesday, 20th July 2005 .
My heads a whirling window
A whirling washer
to where where
This city screams serious sirens
With sloshing shushes
The city says sinks in shine
Zebra said land
to now now
This pressure packed punched in “HO!”
Till bang-me-pow close
to go go
Far from! (scream your siren away and ditched).
Published on Sunday, 24th April 2005 .
Oh my friend ambition
makes me not
makes me sleep nights no rest
till tomorrow I am
never happy
to thirst on plans
for fulfillment for-ever-on-ward
with no hope in my heart but hope itself
will blue lines meet red lines?
when happiness is such a simple
cup-cake
Published on Sunday, 20th February 2005 .
I am alone
Not wanting to own
Not hungry to commend
Not needing
But always without
With eyes wide shut
I can not tell dreams from reality
So I trust neather
When will my time come?
What will it be made of?
Years have I walked empty handed
On the outside
Collecting scraps of hope
Speaking to beast and insect alike
They read the answer from my face:
Love the high and love the low,
Love the fire and love the snow,
Imagination will take you
where you need to go.