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how come I cant get centropy up

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but im new to this downloading stuff

and I wana start downloading films of the net and heard centropy is the best place to do this but I cant seem to find the site

is their A WAY AROOUND THIS

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CANNIBAL CORPSE
Butchered At Birth (1991)

1. Meat Hook Sodomy

Butchery my meat hooks sharpened to penetrate
Emasculate, gouging crotches I will eat
Hung upside down, holes punctured through half chewed
Gristle, debauchery with dead bodies, turning green
Upheaveal of human entrails
Deterioration of grated genitals, dangling from the hooks
Obscene feelings deep inside me
Dislocating, separating a blood
Drenched body
Begin the anal grounting
Awaiting insertion, to rip out intestine
Bodily destruction
Vulgar molestation
Treachery never ending soul ripping
Lifeless Bodies not, petrified
Cloggins veins
Presure building
Scabbing clotted sores dehydrate
Condemned to life of obscurity
Dismal dimensions of my being, I explore my thoughts through murder
Devoting my life to mutilation
Screams of blood saturate, grubs feed on dilapidated
Stumps, darkness overshadowing the killing
Eyes now dialate
Bodies disintegrate
Razor sharp hooks implanted in your rectum
Splitting bodies, spilling guts on the ground
Sodomizing living beings with my utensils
Stabbing on your life stripped of all your skin
Disgusting to the world
Beauty to my eyes
The body lying naked, discharging my infection
Invigorating while I kill, intoxicating
Invoking suffering on human beings
Grinding orifices my only therapy
Sculpting gore
Muscle tissue
Reshaping
Mounds of flesh, deformation
Skulls of victims stacked like trophies
Bleeding from your arse sudden blood ejection


2. Gutted

A table of the deranged, this savage brutal being
A shocking way of life living on human offspring
Murder of the innocent, his pale grey face expresionless
Horrid dismemberment
One persons tortures, is anothers pleasure
Malformation, a diseased brain
Unsuspecting slowly dying, as his knife invades
The child, screams of pain, no one hears
Blood splotches now appear, esctasy through
Each cut, now the body twiches the gutted
Little torso ready to be cooked
Isolated in his own mind the need to kill
Now possesses his body
Self mutilated
Between killings ejaculation, cut off appendages
Of former victims, sexual violence satisfaction
Disembodied corpses, spewing gore
On his body, soaked with their fluids, various
Digestive parts, and assorted meats
Plunging his fist down the throat, ripping out

The guts, internal extraction
The entire body bleeding
The heart stops pumping

The child lying dead, just another gutted infant
To satisfy his hunger, temptations of the flesh
Voracious appetite
Killing to release pure souls to the heavens
Justification of his killing self-torture
Stiffening pain
He sees the faces of the dead
Guts are strewn from the children
Splintered bones, poke through skin
Gratification through castration
Roasting parts for consumption


3. Living Dissection

Fingers missing from hands, ready to snap bones
And necks, pierced together from dead tissue
Body parts crudely sewn,
face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket
Brain half
Dead
Hungry for flesh
Many souls commanding my existence
My body alive, I defy, the life I've been given
I should have remained dead
Experimenting on dead tissue, convulsing bodies on the table
Reanimation of the dead, rusty scapals cutting skin
Pieced together parts and parts
Transplanting human life
Rotten organs, restal pus
Spitting up your galbladder
Donation of bodily organs carved from broken bodies
Eyes melting, skin exploding
Every bloody bleeding
Meat inter-changed from the mutalated stiffs
Parts of the dead are never to rest
Lymphatic nodes
Implode, while the brain corrodes
Bodies sold to science, profiting from the dead
Creation of a being never known to man
Heart pumping pus through the body, sliced in sections, the putrid infection
Regaining life from beyond

To rip the flesh from your bones
Stripped of flesh, unsighty
Torn in two, slicing through you
Live organs needed to be reanimated

Pathologist sawing the skull of the donor, now he lies
Dead
Awaiting a new brain
Re-cycling the bodies, parts of the dead
Exposing their insides, slitting their necks
Finding a way
Bringing life to the corpse, one dead on my table
Soon to walk again
Fingers missing from hands
Ready to snap bones and necks
Pieced together from
Dead tissue
Face is smashed to pulp, drooling from
An empty socket
Brain half-dead, hungry for flesh
Many souls commanding my existence, my body alive,
I derfy, the life I've been given
I should have remain dead


4. Under The Rotted Flesh

Under the flesh
Rot my lust for decayed corpses dead bodies exhumed

Their coldness induces me endless defilement,
re-occuring relapses, perverse with the dead, soon I will kill for myself

Impending suffering, spasms shooting through me nausation
A cannibalistic necrophile violating the body, putrefied,
mouldering, gorging on the rotted flesh

Cutting off the body's head drinking from its severed necks
as I rip the corpse in half
Human shit for nurishment

Coprophagia, consuming feces of the dying,
as their bowels let loose defecation flows down
my throat excremental injestment

Reflections of things to come, mirored in the dead
one's eyes my fantasy of murder
Incarnated open wounds gushing,
blood on skin coagulated tortured of the retched,
no one cares of their dead appaling odor wreaking, piles of rotted bodies

The bodies prepared for slaughter, wallowing in your own blood
Grinding of your fingers and toes feeding on your meat
I immerse my sharpened implement into a fresh bleeding gash
her body used for my sick desires
The blood thirst I can't control
Many more must suffer
Disposal of the dead, the corpse chopped to bits licking up the drivel
The gore enrages me
All I kill a new creation, my work of art bodies torn apart
Liver quivering at my feet

Eyelids cut off to watch your own dismemberment,
cutting through arteries nerves exposed
Feel the power of pain


5. Covered With Sores

Bleed on me, digesting the clotted scabs
Blood thirsty
Ungodly
Passing on my curse, the spell pussing gores
Of those I infect become my loyal servants
To ride me of my own rot
Whittling meat from the bones of the dead
Pulverizing pelvic regions with a sledge
The mutilated bodies I leave rotting after I
Have fucked them with my knife
Becoming a product of my own nigtmares
A bleeding sac of infection, years deceased
I hide my slobbering skin
Covered by a victims flap
I love to watch the blood ooz down the bodies stump
Like scap, a vulgar way of life, my hideous side
Now revealed
Remembering the future is the key to unlock my past
Leaking membrane, consuming bodies
Carving out the cunts, blood my lubrification
Spewing pus on rotted skin I celebrate my
Cruelty, boils begin to form, dripping on my tongue
Swallowing throbbing glands, the juice leaks from
My lips, my only thirst is pus eruption of cysts
Incurable disfigured bodies, I rape the dying
Horrific sights now manifest, penetrating inner organs
The ruptured organs leak the fluid that I seek
To break the incantation of my damnation
Split wide open, bloated organs burst
Nerves uprooted, re-opening healed wounds
On my body
Sucking on the sores
Ingesting my own fluids
Self-parasitic puss indulgement


6. Vomit The Soul

Grotesque, crippled, carved up carcass
Evil controlling my mind, the fear of dying expired of life, to vomit the soul
I am dead within my self

The end a beginning to a new life in hell
I am your path to ever-lasting pain mass extinction of the human population
Son of the devil the evil incarnation
Maniacal mass murderer mutilating mortals,
the child born unto evil, trapped within the statue of flesh
Vipers travel through bodily orifices,
blessed by the Devil under inverted crosses,
religious ways, lies controlling minds
I walk among mortal beings, but I have died
Excavating graves I search for decay packs of flesh driven zombies ready to feast
I suffer forever living only to dismember

Open season on humans, laughing I watch them die, they bleed so easily
Their blood flows through my body, I need to taste the flesh exposing pulsing arteries
Removing vital organs
Not stopping till you've died
Puts from your eyes carnal ways indulge in the gore
Slaughtered you lie in a pile of warm guts

Constricted corpusles coagulating blood my drug a slave to its taste,
reincarnated to human form, creating a race of immortal beings,
rot away dead bodies, set a flame

Searing flesh, broken necks
You can't kill what already dead
De-evoulution, hunting for life
Cannibalism, immortality rip and slash
A society of mass murder
Bleeding slow
I take away your life, and leave you lying cold, decapitated body
Searching for its head
Anticipate apocalypse, rising dead dismembering
Hacking limbs bleeding, cracking ribs
Torture us
Blessed by the devil, under inverted crosses
Religious ways, lies controlling minds
I walk among mortal beings, but I have died
Excavating graves
Desolate
Empty hollow corpse, desecrate forced
To eat your flesh
Extracting purity violat
Twisted bodies, rot away


7. Butchered At Birth

Birth is always painful, Decaying in the womb trapped within this body
A bleeding human tomb gutted bitch lies dead emptied of the child
chewing on the cords its life line to this world afterbirth is flowing
The stench is overwhelming
My body, growing stronger, my pain turns to torture
Severing its bloodline
A butchered infant carcass
Meat from the unborn, the freshest kills
Chopped up children bathing in blood
Contoured and festering I rot in disgust
Re-generation of my body
Mother ripped apart
Smashing in her face
My knife cutting holes, fucking her remains
Esophogus carved out
Crushing cartilage
Bile oozing from punctures in your liver
Riping meat within
Chewing in intestine
Bladder spurting urine, sight of defecation now grow infection
The child ripped to shreads
Drinking its excretions
Zombification ejaculation over mutilation
On the Mothers body hacked into pieces
The sludges from my cock gives her life once again
Sewing the remains of the child deep within her
Reborn through evil
My torture known throughout Hell
Heed to his calling, the demons await my next kill
Carnage is my fetish
Body cavities scraped of guts
Brains seeping from cracks as my axe continues to hack


8. Rancid Amputation

Torsos hang from their own intestines
Raped of all bodily extentions, stumps wreathing in a sludge
Like infection
Suffering through a Rancid amputation
A pulsating artery accomanied by some veins, slit with no restraint
Sacs of pus develop
My muscles tighten as I feel the rush
I look at your body starting gush

I slice through the limb,
a human dissection portions of half-eaten flesh in my mouth
starting to chew your now bleeding stump

I will swallow your pus your own rectal slime
I'll force you to drink
Vessels explode as needles injected
Uncontrollable
My brain tormented
Slit from head to toe, die through the torture
Disease engulfs you
Internal rot
Fresh cut wounds, beginning to clot
Ripping through flesh is what I do best
Tear off an arm
Amputated neck
Eyes removed, cranium smashed
Decomposing remains, severed in half
Dying slowly never to rest, nerves are quivering as I trip
Removal of life on the blade of my knife
Inserted in your spine, smashing through bone
Feel my hell, I feed on fright
Rape the limbless cadaver


9. Innards Decay

Rotting alive
Tearing my way through the meat
Driven to kill, my brain twitching for guts
Devoted to evil
Severed arteries gush
Hungry for the blood
Life is to decay
Victims meet my blade, carving out organs
A world of pain and terror
Visions of the future
Premonition of the evil, forthcoming eve of darkness
The chosen one will come
Eyes torn out bodies cut in half
Twisted corpses hang from broken necks
Demented madman
Unholy rampage
Impaled cranium beginning to drain
Sodomize the carcass, chew the anal rot
Sewn within the body the dark becomes my light
Live inside the shell
Feed upon infection
At one with the dead
I rip my way through
Easy prey, disfigured bodies decompose
Chewed limbs drip with pus, intestinal strangulation
Humans left ripped apart
Lap up the dripping goo
Wretched chunks of bleeding flesh
Internally you rot away
My need to kill
Induced by hate, betrayal of trusted ones
My mark left on this earth, victims of my slaughter
Souls of my dead, murdered by my
Hand
Blood on my face, innards decay
Snapping necks chewing flesh
Insatiable thirst
For blood
Slicing throats viciously uncontrollable insanity
Tear out the beating heart
Engulf the quivering spleen, chew the meat
Death is my life
Life is to decay victims
Meet my blade carving out organs, a world of pain
And terror, visionsof the future
Premonition of the evil
Forthcoming, eve of darkness
Eyes torn out bodies cut in half
Twisted corpses hang
From broken necks, demented madman unholy rampage
Impaled cranium beginning to drain

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Fantômas Rosemary's baby

La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la, la la la la la la la la la la,
La la la, la la la la la la la la la la,
La la la, la la la la la la la la la la la,
La la la, la la, la la, la la
La la la, la la la la la la la la la la la,
La la la, la la la la la la la la la,
La la la, la la la la la la la la la la la,

What, have they done to its eyes?!
What, have they done to its eyes?!
What, have they done to its eyes?!

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Originally posted by Dwaggy
CANNIBAL CORPSE
Butchered At Birth (1991)

1. Meat Hook Sodomy

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Dwaggy really needs to see a shrink

cant believe i read this. CENTROPY is a release group, not a downloading site.

i know your new but the homepage of this site shows releases of movies e.g. madagascar with 'centropy' under the groups column. its not hard to realise.

good luck with finding a download source

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Bloodbath - Buried by the dead

pulse expire, death comes in a burst
black forecast of a lifelong thirst

lord of the tomb by my side
cadaverous, dead and insane in the eye
speak a madman's prophecy

he will drain my soul when it is free
phantoms of the grave kill to survive
sucking death-energy from the ones who will die
into death cast
a spiral of the past
eclipse grips for my soul
torn from death's bed
and buried by the dead
their hands are white and cold

crawling through the soil and snow
pitch-black grave cracks up below
screams measure a timeless echo
hideous figures laugh and beckon

coming through me
souls imprisoned in gore
malignant anguish never seen before
victims drag their limbs across the halls of the dead
funeral bell rings to celebrate the dread
deteriorating
all my flesh and my bones
are ready to explode in a gush of red foam
virulent infectious death-disease is spread
rush of thoughts vanish as i die undead

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Unpeeling Melt-Banana

By SIMON BARTZ
Staff writer

Melt-Banana are one of the most popular Japanese bands in Europe and the United States, and there's two reasons for this: 1) They play more shows abroad than any other Japan-based band; and 2) They are one of Japan's most original-sounding bands, who, although highly experimental, make quality music you can actually listen to. Since they formed 10 years back their legion of admirers has mushroomed worldwide and now they're more famous than ever. American indie-music gurus Steve Albini and Jim O'Rourke have engineered or mixed Melt-Banana albums, legendary BBC DJ John Peel is a massive fan, and they've opened shows for Slipknot, The Melvins, Neurosis and a host of other foreign bands touring Japan.

News photo
Yako O during a show in Columbus, Ohio, in June.

On the eve of a Japan tour opening for the acclaimed but aging art-punkers Wire, vocalist Yako O and guitarist Agata (bassist Rika mm' doesn't do interviews; and they currently use hired drummers) unveil some secrets of the alternative musical universe that is Melt-Banana.

How (not) to peg the Melt-Banana sound
Often described as a postpunk band or "noise terrorists," Melt-Banana also skirt the edge of metal and techno. In other words, it's impossible to genre-lize them. The unique factors in the sound are Yako's vocal, which is so fast it sounds like a series of whiplashes, and Agata's furious guitar playing, in which he rustles so many sounds out of his guitar through a mass of effects pedals that you imagine he's got two turntables and a computer stuffed down his underpants.

One particular Web site (www.gnoosic.com) tries to help music lovers by surveying fans and compiling associative lists. It imagines Melt-Banana as the star of a musical solar system with other bands orbiting around like planets; the idea being that the closer the band to the star the more it sounds like Melt-Banana. I show it to them.

"According to this we sound most like Techno Animal, Dead Milkmen and Bad Brains," says Agata. "I've never heard of the first two, but I like Bad Brains. But I think we're only like them because we try something different. With them it was mixing reggae and punk."

Other bands floating a little further way from the core include Captain Beefheart (Agata: "We don't sound like them, but John Peel said we reminded him of 'Trout Mask Replica,' for some reason."), Minor Threat (Agata: "At least we like them."), and Fugazi (Agata: "We admire their D.I.Y. ethic.").

A recent update showed Zeni Geva, Foetus and Merzbow close to the star. But despite the Web site's best efforts it's a lost cause. Melt-Banana's music is from a different universe.

How skateboarders and dolphins help write songs
The current musical trend seems to be about getting back to basics, from the sparseness of Radiohead to the garage-rock phenomenon, but Melt-Banana, as usual, are being contrary, moving in the opposite direction. Their latest album, "cell-scape," is still noisy and raw, but it's much smoother and more melodic than their previous stuff.

"We know how to make lo-fi records and we wanted to try something different," says Agata. "When we made the lo-fi sound before, that was fine, but on the radio our songs sounded muddy compared to the more mainstream bands, who have a richer, fuller sound, and I wanted to do something about that."

Have any of your older fans accused you of selling out?

"We don't think about selling records or trying to be mainstream," says Agata. "We never have a vision of the finished work. We write our songs while we're recording them. We don't even rehearse them beforehand."

But when you're lying on your futon unable to sleep at night and you get an idea in your head . . .

"That happens, but I take that idea into the studio, we have fun with it and the original idea gets completely mangled. We write songs in a more abstract way than most. Like, I don't use chords. I don't go to the studio and say, 'Right, this is C and D and A.' "

Give us a specific example of your abstract songwriting.

"Video games have a big influence on me. 'Tony Hawks Pro Skater 3' or 'Ecco the Dolphin,' for example. I might be playing the game and things start connecting in my brain. If I get excited about a clever move I've made in the game then I might try to interpret that move musically. It's hard to explain. But if I'm killing a lot of people in a game and there's a quiet soundtrack to it I might then go to the studio and think of that game and make a noisy blast-beat song and add some quiet pretty sounds to it."

How George W. Bush influenced the latest album and how the French don't get it
You told me a few years ago that your lyrics, which are all in English, have no meaning and that you used words based on the intonation only.

"Well, the new album's lyrics have more meaning. When we were recording the songs I was kind of upset and angry," says Yako. "I don't want to talk about politics but I did not like the idea of invading Iraq. It made me angry and that manifested itself in me questioning a lot of personal things around me."

Was it a cathartic experience?

Yako laughs. "Hardly, because now when I have to sing those songs at shows all those feelings come flooding back. But it's not too bad. When I sing those words now it's like opening up an old photo album and remembering things that are now not so much part of your life."

How about the older songs? For instance, "Mouse is a Biscuit."

"Hahaha! Well, mice are cute and you eat biscuits, so it's a kind of kawaii and evil image at the same time, and I find that juxtaposition interesting."

"You know the song 'Zoo, No Vacancy?' " asks Agata. I pull out their second album, "Scratch & Stitch," and read out the 11-second-long song's entire lyrics: "Maybe yes, maybe no/Moody monkeys wearing laced shoes/Shoes squeak 'Greed.' (Take off your shoes, they lead you to the wrong way, you know.)"

"When I first heard these lyrics I thought the monkey meant human," explains Agata as Yako rolls around in laughter on the sofa. "A human might just be a monkey but by putting on the shoes he becomes human and becomes materialistic, so he takes the shoes off. That's what I thought, but Yako always tells interviewers the lyrics don't mean much. But I felt I knew the meaning of it, so I particularly liked those lyrics."

So it seems Melt-Banana's lyrics can encourage philosophical debate.

"In France we played this festival and they wanted members of each band to join this debate and discuss what they were trying to express," says Agata. "We told them we didn't want to do it, but they said in France people expect artists to explain and if we didn't do it then they might think we're fake. I thought that was strange. It's like a teacher telling you in school how to enjoy this music and how to feel when you hear it and at this point in the song you should start jumping up and down. That's stupid. People should make their own mind up."

How to get popular in England
After 10 years together Melt-Banana seem to be more successful than ever. "In England maybe," says Yako.

Is that down to John Peel's support?

"Maybe, because we're not on a major label and don't have that many people promoting us there, but he constantly plays our records on the radio," says Yako. "We were actually shocked at how many people came to our shows in Britain last year. When we toured Europe three years ago we would get a few hundred at shows and we thought maybe that was our peak, but last year we got even more people so who knows what's going to happen next time. When we played in London a thousand people packed out this one venue!"

Did you meet John Peel last time?

"He hosted the show we played in Brighton," says Yako. "When I see him I feel like I'm standing in front of my grandpa and he is very sweet. He bought three T-shirts off us -- for himself, his grandson and his friend or something. We tried to give them to him for free but he insisted on paying."

How to become the hardest-touring band in show business
Next April, Melt-Banana tour the States with Fantomas, playing a 26-date tour. But that's nothing. Last year they played 38 shows in the States and 42 in Europe. In 2002 they played 46 shows in 54 days in the States. But in 1999 they were constantly in motion: 115 shows in the States and Europe in just 18 weeks! And none of that includes their many Japan shows.

"In the States we rent a van for a few months and order enough merchandise to sell," says Agata. "We used to buy most of our equipment -- apart from our guitars and amps -- when we got there because it's too expensive to fly over. But now we've got equipment stored at friends' places in Europe and the U.S. so it's much cheaper to do the tours."

How a deer almost wrecked last year's U.S. tour
"We'd finished a show at Rochester and were heading toward Cleveland when we hit this deer and it wrecked the van's engine," says Agata.

"The deer was running fast across the road so I slowed down to let it pass and it suddenly stopped because of the headlights," says Yako. "I slammed on the brakes and I just remember the deer looking me in the eye and then I hit it. I drove on and then there was this smell like burned steak or something. I stopped the van and went to check the engine and it was smoking and covered in bits of fried deer."

How Agata's dangerous blood disorder leads to a free gift for one lucky Japan Times reader
Why do you always wear a surgical mask during shows?

"I've had this bone disease since I was about 5 or 6," explains Agata. "My nose can suddenly start bleeding and go on for 24 hours. I started wearing the masks on stage because I had to push tissue up my nostrils to stop the flow of blood so I hid this fact by wearing the mask. Now I'm kind of OK, but it's like having a bomb inside my body and I'm not sure when that bomb's going to explode again."

The masks seem to have become a fashion accessory.

"If you want to put it like that. Now I have a friend working at a hospital so I get this free supply of real surgical masks. Sometimes fans come up to me after shows and ask for my mask. So I sell them off. No, that's a joke."

How about this? The first fan to present you with a copy of this article after the next show gets an autographed mask from you.

"Yeah, OK. It's a deal."

Melt-Banana plays Shimokitazawa Shelter, Feb. 21 ([03] 3466-7430); Shinsaibashi Quattro, with Wire, Feb. 28, and Shibuya Club Quattro, with Wire, Feb. 29 (Smash: [03] 3444-6751). For more info check www.parkcity.ne.jp/~mltbanan/

Simon Bartz' Web site on Japanese music is at www.badbee.net

The desert island M-B
"Speak, Squeak, Creak"

The first and rawest of their five studio albums. Engineered by Steve Albini its 25 tracks speed in at 32.22 minutes.

Yako: "It's where we started so it's the core of our music."

Agata: "When we made this our ideas were good, but not so many people understood it, so we wanted to evolve." "Charlie"

The track number is trimmed down to a mere 14 on the third album.

Agata: "People used to call Sonic Youth a noise band, but it's just the same melodic stuff distorted. Other bands were too extreme with no rhythym. With "Charlie" we bridged this gap. By adding melody we made music we love, and which others can love."

"cell-scape"

Their fifth and latest album is their most accessible yet with 10 tracks coming in at 37.10 minutes. It even has a track that rips off The Chemical Brothers.

Agata: "We've never made long songs so we thought we'd just try it. And, yeh, the drumming is like The Chemicals on one track. But only the drumming."

The Japan Times: Feb. 18, 2004
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Originally posted by fatfecker
One of the mods let it through the queue

/me thinks Neversoft

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Statistically... 9 out of 10 people actually enjoy gang rape.

holy dogshit batman!

take some advice and refer to the hairy wizards post

You guys are SO mean.....I'm going to run off with faradyn to torrentspy where everyone is so nice and much more knowledgable than all you poopy-heads.....

kill me nowI'm stupidI deserve to die

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Re: how come I cant get centropy up

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Originally posted by DannyP
sorry to ask this guys

but im new to this downloading stuff

and I wana start downloading films of the net and heard centropy is the best place to do this but I cant seem to find the site

is their A WAY AROOUND THIS

I would be very gtarefull if some one can help thanx

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