Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Thursday, September 13, 2012

RIP Vile Rat tributes


A US state department official was killed and at least one other American was wounded when militiamen stormed the US consulate in the eastern Libyan city of Benghazi.

We knew that Vile Rat was in Benghazi; he told us. He commented on how they use guns to celebrate weddings and how there was a constant susurrus of weaponry in the background. He was in situ to provide IT services for the consulate, which meant he was on the net all the time, hanging out with us on Jabber as usual and talking about internet spaceship games.

http://themittani.com/news/rip-vile-rat
http://themittani.com/media/memento-mori-candle-lighting-umi-kk-vr

Donations can be made to Vile Rat's family via
http://www.youcaring.com/fundraiser_details?url=benefitforseansmithsfamily&fundraiser_id=9332

Monday, September 10, 2012

Wings of Whatever by Bronques


Edited by Bronques
Shot in Berlin, Paris and New York City
FEATURING BRODINSKI & ARAABMUZIK
Soundtrack:
"Nobody Rules The Streets", Brodinski (feat. Louisahhh!!!)
"YouTubeHit", AraabMUZIK
"Touch My Body", Cyril Hahn Remix

Saturday, September 8, 2012

La Lluvia


Early
in the morning
a
rich tapestry
dreams like the ocean
Sometimes giant mountains of thought
swelling past
and
sometimes
just a roiling chop of mortal madness
as if the Gods turned on a million washing machines
tearing at the edges of my consciousness

I wake
My lion looks into the black and roars at the abyss
Then turns to the east to greet the Sun

You said
I was just what you needed
and thanked me
for listening and caring about you
for treating you like a human being
at
the moment
My only thought how odd
how could I do anything else

It was only later
when the shock wore off
And I stumbled into those caught by the glow
fleeced of my labor
I was
a broken man creature
el cazador trofeo de los hombres
walking out of a volcano
my heart and lungs and skin burned away
Seven chains and ten grenades
only cracked magma and ash remain
a soul
of molten iron
spinning with the rotation of the earth

What
is
it
meatbags making meat sounds in the scorched air
I turn and gaze upon them
oh dear
oh my
Hide your eyes sister

For we are golems of fire and brimstone
handlers of Cerberus and emissaries of Hades
and
it's
going to go very badly
for the surrounding populace
Like
when they came
for the fuerzas revolucionarias de colombianos
or the donghu horsemen upon cyrillic steppes
death squads would empty whole villages
into
mass graves
Young boys bleeding into the grass playing soldiers
trying to scoop their guts back in
screaming for their mothers

Easy kid
breathe
You are back in the World now
this one doesn't know
You have to explain slowly and gently
Remember
what it was like before La Lluvia

Right

Imagine
the most beautiful thing
Your passion
what makes you feel alive and singing
at fourteen thousand feet
Sun bursting upon powdered sugar peaks
Blue sky
crystal air snow and pine trees
surfing the mountain
We are
forces of nature in harmony
in excelsis deo

When you healed me
so
beautiful
no words exist for this
Our wetness joining us as one
A cold morning but warm beating hearts
pushing out the pain and madness of the World
My only
hope
you might be born to fit my crevices
kissing your neck
and behind your ears
Feel the electric tingles rippling
singing shoop dee whoop
oh baby can i count the ways
you take me
bringing me
calm relax
I growl
and moan
into
you

I look back and thunder and wonder
If you are real
I'm just gonna write
til you say stop
cause if we are gonna be free
this is
all
we
got