BULLETIN:
1. I have created a list which includes the names of all the elves whose life I intend to spare (they pay me in cash): Elves under protection
2. This list seems to be getting shorter and shorter all the time...
Last
major update: 17th February 2006
Last minor update: 15th December 2006
(Daily poem on the 15th December 2006)
If one would ask about life's purpose
I would not know, except the things
Which without it would be worthless,
Which without I'd lose my wings:
Life would be impossible for me
Without failures and successes,
Without answering every question honestly,
Without the degree of freedom my world possesses;
Without the clouds to cover the sky,
To provide us with gentle rain,
To make me feel that I'm alive,
To have hope flowing through my vein.
My joy is the calm wind directing the horde of clouds
(Whose shadow on the surface is spreading)
And sweeping away the noise of 'The loud',
Leaving silence to my bidding.
Life would be impossible for me
Without ideals from whom I learn,
Without my friends being there incessantly,
Without helping people out, who look up to me in return.
These are just a few joys, part of The task,
without which
my life would be worthless
But look inside yourself and ask:
"Could I be a purpose of life... or is life my purpose?"
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(Daily poem on the 18th June 2006)
A rather stretched line of people is waiting
Facing the rusty door of a crypt-like building
Each of them worriedly watching the horizon
Guessing impatiently when the sun starts risin’
In a few minutes time the door opens slowly
And a short guy appears, who’s truly unholy
“Please sign this paper and then hand it back to me”
He says in a dull voice, “Oh, and prepare the fee!”
They do as the man says without hesitation
This place can save them from eternal damnation
Each of them’s shown a spot where they can ‘spend the day’
Waiting for the dark night when they meet their next prey…
And the sun starts shining, but they are safe by now
Lying in their coffins 3 meters underground
And a wind blows through and dissolves the awful smell
This cemetery is a vampire motel.
A fraction of my floorball history
I'm very much like Spiderman, Batman or Superman (and not because my name is Blaumann)... I have a full time 'job'/responsi
bilty for myself as a university student, but when nobody is looking, I suddenly turn into a floorball goalie... 
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