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Das Verschwinden des Josef
Mengele

by Olivier Guez

17853 days until until long birthday weekend. oh no
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Friday

5

April

2002

in the middle of the night
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~ Desiderata:

“Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and lonliness. Beyond a wholesom discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the tress and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”

Hm… I´ll have to bike to the city to make some pics. Only two of the pics on the Salzburg page were taken by me, the rest are postcards. I hope no one notices until I get new pictures. Things people want to know about:

  • Mozart
  • hot Austrian guys
  • fashion

    The hottest guys come from Italy. 😉 Unfortunatly Italiens speak so very fast, that trying to understand them is almost impossible.

    Did you vote yet? The poll closes tomorrow aehm a little later ;-), so hurry up and vote. 😀

    I suppose I should go to bed now. *sigh* *waves*

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