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To Be Your Own HitlerThere comes a time in every life when you have to make a decision. Yourself or the crowd. That's when you become a monster. That's when you enter Hitler territory. Because if you don't pick the crowd, if you don't decide to serve as a drone to some other Hitler, you're suddenly faced with an interesting prospect: What do you want to do?To Be Your Own Hitler
That's exactly the prospect a friend of mine went through not some time ago. A scared, timid mouse of a person trying to branch out on her own, artistically, while being berated and controlled by her best friend, who, ironically, wanted the same thing. He just wanted her to play Goebbels to his Hi
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- Current Residence: Göttingen/Lower Saxony/Germany
- Interests: Photography.Photoshop.Design.Guitar.Music.Movies
- Favourite movie: 25th hour, Life is beautiful, Braveheart etc.
- Favourite band or musician: Dave Matthews
- Favourite genre of music: Indie, besides that I listen to basically everything
- Favourite poet or writer: Not sure... Hermann Hesse? Samuel Beckett?
- Favourite photographer: Gjon Mili? Roy Schatt?
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Shuffle 2nd. Gen
- Favourite game: jk2
- Favourite gaming platform: PC/Xbox
- Favourite cartoon character: Goliath, Eliza Maza, Bane, Thalia, Catwoman
- Personal Quote: I'll find one soon :-/
- Tools of the Trade: Canon EOS 400D, PS
- Website: http://myspace.com/niklas_photo
- MSN: niklas.walendy@gmx.de
- ICQ: 212795053
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i każdy wie, że Polak.
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-Pura vida-
-RaVeN-
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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Procrastination Makes Perfect
Story of my life
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You float like a feather
In a beautiful world...
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If only tonight we could sleep
In a bed made of flowers
If only tonight we could fall
In a deathless spell
If only tonight we could slide
Into deep black water
And breathe
And breathe...
Then an angel would come
With burning eyes like stars
Hey.
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You float like a feather
In a beautiful world...
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