<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:49:08.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NON CATHARSIS EST</title><subtitle type='html'>Hier in diesem Blog schreibe ich mal dieses oder jenes, veröffentliche interessante Nachrichten, Gedichte, oder sonstwas.&lt;br&gt;
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In this blog I'm gonna write this 'n that, publish some interesting news, poems or whatever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-1125508699782390514</id><published>2012-01-06T21:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:00:18.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bin am Leben</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lange nicht mehr hier gewesen.&lt;br&gt;Vieles hat sich ge&amp;#228;ndert. Sehr viel sogar. Das meiste eigentlich zum Guten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dennoch bin ich gerade jetzt wieder an einem Punkt, an dem die Hoffnung auf ein wirklich zufriedenes Leben abermals in weite Ferne zu r&amp;#252;cken scheint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Die Motivation. Wo ist die blo&amp;#223;, wenn man sie am aller n&amp;#246;tigsten hat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long time no see.&lt;br&gt;Many a thing has changed. A lot one could even say. Most of it for the better, actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But yet again I'm just now at a point, where I'm losing hope. The hope for a life 'happily ever after'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motivation. Where art thou? Where is she when you need her the most?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-1125508699782390514?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/1125508699782390514/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=1125508699782390514' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1125508699782390514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1125508699782390514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2012/01/bin-am-leben.html' title='Bin am Leben'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-5515751878656523224</id><published>2011-05-28T11:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T11:37:48.772+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feel free to use anything you come across on my blog. But please do provide a backlink. 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title=''/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-6292113543368930424</id><published>2009-12-20T17:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:40:27.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoriae Fragmentaeque VIII</title><content type='html'>Sind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Schäfleins&lt;/span&gt; Locken schwarz und braun,&lt;br /&gt;dann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lehnt&lt;/span&gt; es am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Elektrozaun&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;und wenn es mit den Augen rollt,&lt;br /&gt;dann will es sagen:&lt;br /&gt;"Zu viel Volt!"&lt;div 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VIII'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-2908718333084097483</id><published>2009-12-20T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:39:06.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoriae Fragmentaeque VII</title><content type='html'>"Schweigen ist der Schlüssel aller Weisheit."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-2908718333084097483?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/2908718333084097483/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link 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src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-1676858254007123959</id><published>2009-12-20T17:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:38:42.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoriae Fragmentaeque VI</title><content type='html'>Akt I&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Dunkelheit, die mich umhüllt,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp lässt keinen Strahl der Sonne durch&lt;br /&gt;Die Dunkelheit, die mich umhüllt,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp lässt alles andre grau erscheinen&lt;br /&gt;Die Dunkelheit, die mich umhüllt,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp lässt mich panisch vor dir fliehen&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp denn sie wird auch dich schon bald&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp in ihren düstren Schleier ziehen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akt II&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Dunkelheit, die mich umhüllt,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp zieht immer größre Bahnen&lt;br /&gt;Die Dunkelheit, die mich umhüllt,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp hisst düster ihre Fahnen&lt;br /&gt;Die Dunkelheit hat mich erschreckt&lt;br /&gt;Die Dunkelheit hat,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp wie es scheint,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp &amp;nbsp schon ein ganzes Reich verdeckt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-1676858254007123959?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-5678953023836386509</id><published>2009-12-20T17:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:27:26.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoriae Fragmentaeque V</title><content type='html'>Halt mich fest, ich glaube, ich bin schwerelos,&lt;br /&gt;denn ich falle und es hört nicht auf,&lt;br /&gt;panisch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; ich mit mir selbst,&lt;br /&gt;denn ich merk, ich gebe auf, das ist nur ein böser Traum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-5678953023836386509?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/5678953023836386509/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=5678953023836386509' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/5678953023836386509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/5678953023836386509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2009/12/memoriae-fragmentaeque-v.html' title='Memoriae Fragmentaeque V'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-347488555992584919</id><published>2009-12-20T17:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:25:25.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoriae Fragmentaeque IV</title><content type='html'>My Pandemonium&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My will to live has laid to rest&lt;br /&gt;I look at it as one big past&lt;br /&gt;To die, this is my last desire&lt;br /&gt;The pain, it burns, much worse than fire&lt;br /&gt;There's an end to every story&lt;br /&gt;Mine ends here, I say "Don't worry"&lt;br /&gt;to you, my fellow, I wish you luck,&lt;br /&gt;for you, like me, not too are stuck&lt;br /&gt;in this pandemonium of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addendum&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books I've read, they all said "No,&lt;br /&gt;World's full of nice things, please, don't go".&lt;br /&gt;This is bullshit, that's a fact&lt;br /&gt;My suicide shall be my last act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-347488555992584919?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/347488555992584919/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=347488555992584919' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/347488555992584919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/347488555992584919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2009/12/memoriae-fragmentaeque-iv.html' title='Memoriae Fragmentaeque IV'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-1785400444035673068</id><published>2009-12-20T17:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:20:30.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoriae Fragmentaeque III</title><content type='html'>Ich sitze auf meinem Stuhl, tief in diesen versunken, die Arme hängen schlaff von den Seiten, die Beine sind weit nach vorn gestreckt, und spüre wie das warme Blut, immer kälter werdend, den Arm hinunterläuft, über die Handflächen, die Finger und von diesen hinuntertropft zum Fußboden, auf dem ein Teppich liegt;&lt;br /&gt;in diesem sammelt sich das dunkelrote Nass zu zwei kleinen roten Lachen, größer werdend bis sie schließlich zu großen schwarzen verschmelzen. Nun bin ich der Herr über das Leben, von Blut umgeben und fühle mich wie Hades, der über &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Styx&lt;/span&gt; wacht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein Sonnenstrahl - ich blinzele und schreibe weiter an dieser Geschichte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-1785400444035673068?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/1785400444035673068/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=1785400444035673068' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1785400444035673068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1785400444035673068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2009/12/memoriae-fragmentaeque-iii.html' title='Memoriae Fragmentaeque III'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-9140391316671768489</id><published>2009-12-20T17:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:15:35.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoriae Fragmentaeque II</title><content type='html'>Ich sehne mich nach Blut &amp;amp; Tod&lt;br /&gt;das Blut so rein, das Blut so rot&lt;br /&gt;es fließt durch meine Adern nicht&lt;br /&gt;spritzt mir wie Säure ins Gesicht.&lt;br /&gt;Ich schneide mir die Arme auf&lt;br /&gt;Das Blut, es nimmt nun seinen Lauf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-9140391316671768489?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/9140391316671768489/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=9140391316671768489' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/9140391316671768489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/9140391316671768489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2009/12/memoriae-fragmentaeque-ii.html' title='Memoriae Fragmentaeque II'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-3106066874228388585</id><published>2009-12-20T17:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:13:41.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoriae Fragmentaque I</title><content type='html'>Die Sonne brennt,&lt;br /&gt;sie versengt die Erde.&lt;br /&gt;Die Sonne brennt,&lt;br /&gt;sie verdampft die Meere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eine Schlange kriecht durch den Sand /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eine Gazelle flieht über's Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wird sie es schaffen? Wird sie verbrannt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auf der Erde: Sonnenwinde&lt;br /&gt;versengen des letzten Baumes Rinde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;durchbricht der Sonne letzter Strahl&lt;br /&gt;die Fenster vor dem großen Saal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-3106066874228388585?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/3106066874228388585/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=3106066874228388585' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/3106066874228388585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/3106066874228388585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2009/12/memoriae-fragmentaque-i.html' title='Memoriae Fragmentaque I'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-4246146758446273483</id><published>2009-06-10T08:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:38:49.625+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Überdosis Elontril</title><content type='html'>Ich habe gestern die 7-fache Dosis meines Antisepresisvums genommen. Was hab ich mir bloß dabei gedacht. Ich konnte kaum schlafen; höchstens sekundenlang/minutenlang. Während der raren Traumphasen ist das Zeitgefühl immens gestört: Traäume, die einen Zeitraum von einer Stunde beinhalteten, entpuppten sich tatsöchlich als eine Minute. Ich hatte sogar leichte Halluzinationen.&lt;br /&gt;Achja und es kam bei mir zu Sehstörungen, daher eventuelle Rechtschreibfehler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try this at home. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-4246146758446273483?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/4246146758446273483/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=4246146758446273483' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/4246146758446273483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/4246146758446273483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2009/06/uberdosis-elontril.html' title='Überdosis Elontril'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-7539793938860877738</id><published>2009-06-07T14:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:39:44.619+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lübeck, CITTI,  6.6.09, 18:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du hast dich neben mich gesetzt und ich Idiot habe Dich nicht angesprochen. Ich bin einfach weggegangen.&lt;br /&gt;Falls Du das hier liest -und die Wahrscheinlichkeit dafür ist verschwindend gering- kontaktiere mich, bitte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-7539793938860877738?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/7539793938860877738/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=7539793938860877738' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/7539793938860877738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/7539793938860877738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2009/06/lubeck-citti-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-3644453774919432820</id><published>2009-05-31T14:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:09:50.564+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>War does not determine who is right; only who is left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-3644453774919432820?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/3644453774919432820/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=3644453774919432820' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/3644453774919432820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/3644453774919432820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2009/05/war-does-not-determine-who-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-18742574673919815</id><published>2009-05-01T11:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:35:49.207+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zitat Carl P. Fröhling</title><content type='html'>Viele Sommer sah ich kommen,&lt;br /&gt;Sonnentanz und glühnden Staub.&lt;br /&gt;Viele Sommer sah ich gehen,&lt;br /&gt;Schnitterstunde, fallndes Laub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-18742574673919815?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/18742574673919815/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=18742574673919815' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/18742574673919815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/18742574673919815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2009/05/zitat-carl-p-frohling.html' title='Zitat Carl P. Fröhling'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-2296655679536902908</id><published>2008-12-16T09:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:48:49.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from "Soul Music" by Terry Pratchett</title><content type='html'>In this scene, Death talks to Susan about the true nature of humans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaned down again until his skull was on a level with her face.&lt;br /&gt;BUT MOST PEOPLE ARE RATHER STUPID AND WASTE THEIR LIVES. HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THAT? HAVE YOU NOT LOOKED DOWN FROM THE HORSE AT A CITY AND THOUGHT HOW MUCH IT RESEMBLED AN ANT HEAP, FULL OF BLIND CREATURES WHO THINK THEIR MUNDANE LITTLE WORLD IS REAL? YOU SEE THE LIGHTED WINDOWS AND WHAT YOU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; TO THINK IS THAT THERE MUST BE MANY INTERESTING STORIES BEHIND THEM, BUT WHAT YOU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; IS THAT THERE ARE JUST DULL, DULL SOULS, MERE CONSUMERS OF FOOD, WHO THINK THEIR INSTINCTS ARE EMOTIONS AND THEIR TINY LIVES OF MORE ACCOUNT THAN A WHISPER OF WIND.&lt;br /&gt;The blue glow was bottomless. It seemed to be sucking her own thoughts out of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;"No," whispered Susan."No, I've never thought like that."&lt;br /&gt;Death stood up abruptly and turned away. YOU MAY FIND THAT IT HELPS, he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-2296655679536902908?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/2296655679536902908/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=2296655679536902908' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2296655679536902908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2296655679536902908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/12/excerpt-from-soul-music-by-terry.html' title='Excerpt from &quot;Soul Music&quot; by Terry Pratchett'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-5154663870369184070</id><published>2008-12-15T12:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:03:02.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zitat Franz Marc</title><content type='html'>Wie schön, wie einzig tröstlich zu wissen, dass der Geist nicht sterben kann, unter keinen Qualen, durch keine Verleumdungen, in keinen Wüsten. Das zu wissen, macht das Fortgehen leicht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-5154663870369184070?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/5154663870369184070/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=5154663870369184070' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/5154663870369184070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/5154663870369184070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/12/zitat-franz-marc.html' title='Zitat Franz Marc'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-2112107964651856864</id><published>2008-12-15T11:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:01:12.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zitat Martin Greif</title><content type='html'>Wie ferne Tritte hörst du's schallen, doch weit umher ist nichts zu sehen, als wie die Blätter rauschend fallen und rauschend mit dem Wind verweh'n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-2112107964651856864?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/2112107964651856864/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=2112107964651856864' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2112107964651856864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2112107964651856864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/12/zitat-martin-greif.html' title='Zitat Martin Greif'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-1746158718182139903</id><published>2008-11-06T12:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:14:21.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Charles Manson</title><content type='html'>"In your world you can take a pen and write on a piece of paper and destroy 200,000 people or more and it's okay because you don't have to see it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-1746158718182139903?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/1746158718182139903/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=1746158718182139903' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1746158718182139903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1746158718182139903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-charles-manson.html' title='Quote Charles Manson'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-6000242501244717685</id><published>2008-11-02T12:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:45:12.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 Berichterstattung im deutschen TV</title><content type='html'>Gestern sah ich einen Bericht über &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Verschwörungstheorien&lt;/span&gt; zum 11. September. Diese wurden selbstverständlich von &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sogenannten&lt;/span&gt; "Experten" komplett widerlegt. Es gibt keine Spuren des Flugzeugs, das ins Pentagon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gecrasht&lt;/span&gt; ist, weil es sich beim Aufschlag in einen (Zitat) "Feuerball" verwandelt und in Luft aufgelöst hat. Eine Boeing, die nicht gerade klein ist. Natürlich.&lt;br /&gt;Außerdem wurden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Verschwörungstheoretiker&lt;/span&gt; und &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NWO&lt;/span&gt;-Gegner wie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; Jones als Spinner und (Zitat) "Außenseiter" dargestellt. Darüberhinaus wurden seine und die Aktionen und Meinungen der anderen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Truther&lt;/span&gt; als (Zitat) "Selbstinszenierung" und (Zitat) "zersetzendes Gedankengut" bezeichnet, mit denen sie den Opfern von 9/11 angeblich schaden wollen.&lt;br /&gt;Diese Menschen (mich eingeschlossen) wollen niemandem, außer den Verantwortlichen für 9/11, Schaden zufügen und sie der Gerechtigkeit ausliefern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danke, N24, für diese unglaublich 'unabhängige' und 'objektive' Berichterstattung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-6000242501244717685?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/6000242501244717685/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=6000242501244717685' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6000242501244717685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6000242501244717685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/11/911-berichterstattung-im-deutschen-tv.html' title='9/11 Berichterstattung im deutschen TV'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-5317042922555750979</id><published>2008-10-31T09:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:20:41.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zitat John Lennon</title><content type='html'>"Die Menschen müssten mehr im Bett bleiben. Wer im Bett ist, kann nicht kämpfen. Und wenn niemand kämpft, gibt es keinen Krieg."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-5317042922555750979?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/5317042922555750979/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=5317042922555750979' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/5317042922555750979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/5317042922555750979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/10/zitat-john-lennon.html' title='Zitat John Lennon'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-1812030956455997453</id><published>2008-10-31T09:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:17:07.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote John Lennon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;"Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we're being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That's what's insane about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-1812030956455997453?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/1812030956455997453/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=1812030956455997453' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1812030956455997453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1812030956455997453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-john-lennon.html' title='Quote John Lennon'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-1646763315573308351</id><published>2008-10-15T10:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:40:02.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zitat Aldo Cammarota</title><content type='html'>Um Einstein zu begreifen, braucht man nur zu beachten, dass die Ampel doppelt so lange Rot zeigt wie Grün, dass aber beide Phasen gleichermaßen 20 Sekunden dauern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-1646763315573308351?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/1646763315573308351/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=1646763315573308351' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1646763315573308351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1646763315573308351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/10/zitat-aldo-cammarota.html' title='Zitat Aldo Cammarota'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-7582756559240508931</id><published>2008-09-22T13:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:51:58.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friedrich von Logau - Trost</title><content type='html'>Weißt du, was in dieser Welt&lt;br /&gt;Mir am meisten wohlgefällt?&lt;br /&gt;Dass die Zeit sich selbst verzehret&lt;br /&gt;Und die Welt nicht ewig währet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-7582756559240508931?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/7582756559240508931/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=7582756559240508931' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/7582756559240508931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/7582756559240508931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/09/friedrich-von-logau-trost.html' title='Friedrich von Logau - Trost'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-62125417296603332</id><published>2008-09-17T08:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:02:24.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 Truth: Loose Change (2nd Edition)</title><content type='html'>Was passierte wirklich am 11. September 2001? Wer steckt hinter den Anschlägen? Warum sind die Twin Towers und WTC-7 eingestürzt? Wo ist das Flugzeug, das angeblich ins Pentagon geflogen ist?&lt;br /&gt;Die Wahrheit ist schockierend.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;What really happened on September 11th 2001? Who planned the attacks? Why did the Twin Towers and WTC-7 collapse? Where is the plane that is supposed to have hit the Pentagon?&lt;br /&gt;Truth is a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=7866929448192753501&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-62125417296603332?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/62125417296603332/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=62125417296603332' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/62125417296603332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/62125417296603332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/09/911-truth-loose-change-2nd-edition.html' title='9/11 Truth: Loose Change (2nd Edition)'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-6699264743022636962</id><published>2008-09-17T08:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:51:00.357+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zitat Johann Michael Seiler</title><content type='html'>Es muss einmal im Leben eine Sintflut von äußeren Bedrohungen oder eine Feuerprobe von innerer Not oder beides zugleich über den Menschen ergehen, wenn er in das Reich der Innerlichkeit gelangen soll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-6699264743022636962?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/6699264743022636962/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=6699264743022636962' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6699264743022636962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6699264743022636962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/09/zitat-johann-michael-seiler.html' title='Zitat Johann Michael Seiler'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-1963480357130017262</id><published>2008-09-17T08:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:48:33.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Theodor Fontane - Mein Leben</title><content type='html'>Mein Leben, ein Leben ist es kaum,&lt;br /&gt;Ich gehe dahin als wie im Traum.&lt;br /&gt;Wie Schatten huschen die Menschen hin,&lt;br /&gt;Ein Schatten dazwischen ich selber bin.&lt;br /&gt;Und im Herzen tiefe Müdigkeit -&lt;br /&gt;Alles sagt mir: Es ist Zeit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-1963480357130017262?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/1963480357130017262/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=1963480357130017262' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1963480357130017262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1963480357130017262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/09/theodor-fontane-mein-leben.html' title='Theodor Fontane - Mein Leben'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-9208354833040527059</id><published>2008-09-01T15:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:17:23.817+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zitat Elie Wiesel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Das Gegenteil von Leben ist nicht Tod, sondern die Gefühllosigkeit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-9208354833040527059?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/9208354833040527059/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=9208354833040527059' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/9208354833040527059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/9208354833040527059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/09/zitat-elie-wiesel.html' title='Zitat Elie Wiesel'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-8948861357178999810</id><published>2008-07-21T11:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:00:23.357+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Dauthendey: Das Heu liegt tot am Wege</title><content type='html'>Das Heu liegt tot am Wege,&lt;br /&gt;Wir gingen ohne zu sehen,&lt;br /&gt;Und Amselsang im Gehege,&lt;br /&gt;Wir hörten es kaum im Gehen.&lt;br /&gt;Wir waren still wie Erde,&lt;br /&gt;Wie zwei, die man begraben;&lt;br /&gt;Unsere Seelen mit dunkler Gebärde&lt;br /&gt;Durchzogen den Himmel wie Raben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-8948861357178999810?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/8948861357178999810/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=8948861357178999810' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/8948861357178999810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/8948861357178999810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/07/max-dauthendey-das-heu-liegt-tot-am.html' title='Max Dauthendey: Das Heu liegt tot am Wege'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-8846841309854977356</id><published>2008-06-19T13:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:19:21.985+02:00</updated><title type='text'>zur neuen Überschrift - about the new header</title><content type='html'>Void, also Leere, ist das was mich und meine Gefühle zur Zeit am besten beschreibt. Ich kann mich an so gut wie nichts mehr freuen, alles verliert an Bedeutung. Dieser Prozess kam schleichend; und hab ich ihn auch nicht direkt gesehen, so habe ich doch zumindest die Anzeichen gespürt. Was mir Spaß macht(e), erfüllt mich nicht mehr mit Freude. Ich lache noch über Dinge, aber meist schon nicht mehr aus Herzenslust, sondern nur noch aus Gewohnheit und um nicht zu sehr aufzufallen, wenn alle anderen lachen. Die Welt lässt mich kalt, es wird absolut egal, was andere Menschen tun, fühlen. Es gibt keine Trauer, keine Reue, keinen Schmerz.&lt;br /&gt;Ich will meine Gefühle zurück.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Void is what defines me and my "emotions" best at the moment. I cannot be happy about almost anything, everything is losing its meaning. This process/change was a slow one; although I did'nt see it, I felt its hints. What I used to enjoy, doesn't fill me with glee anymore. I still laugh, not in joy, but in habit. The world is desolate for me; I don't care what anybody else does, feels. There is no sadness, no remorse, no pain.&lt;br /&gt;I want my feelings back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-8846841309854977356?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/8846841309854977356/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=8846841309854977356' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/8846841309854977356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/8846841309854977356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/06/zur-neuen-berschrift-about-new-header.html' title='zur neuen Überschrift - about the new header'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-9182745943984829347</id><published>2008-06-19T12:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:01:55.002+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt #2 from American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Page 374 and the following&lt;/span&gt; Bateman is again in the middle of a conversation and loses all track of reality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one's taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of receiving another person's love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term "generosity of spirit" applied to nothing, was a cliché, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in ... this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-9182745943984829347?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/9182745943984829347/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=9182745943984829347' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/9182745943984829347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/9182745943984829347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/06/excerpt-2-from-american-psycho-by-bret.html' title='Excerpt #2 from American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-1086894255668926011</id><published>2008-06-18T10:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:41:49.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt #1 from American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis</title><content type='html'>In the head of Patrick Bateman not everything is working as it's supposed to be. His view of the world is a little ... say, different. Sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;feel in a similar way, but it's never as extreme as with Mr. Bateman (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p. 342 f.&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""Where are you going?" she asks again.&lt;br /&gt;I make no comment, lost in my own private maze, thinking about other things: warrants, stock offerings, ESOPs, LBOs, IPOs, finances, refinances, debentures, converts, proxy statements, 8-Ks, 10-Qs, zero coupons, PiKs, GNPs, the IMF, hot executive gadgets, billionaires, Kenkichi Nakajima, infinity, Infinity, how fast a luxury car should go, bailouts, junk bonds, whether to cancel my subscription to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Economist&lt;/span&gt;, the Christmas Eve when I was fourteen and had raped one of our maids, Inclusivity, envying someone's life, whether someone could survive a fractured skull, waiting in airports, stifling a scream, credit cards and someone's passport and a book of matches from La Côte Basque splattered with blood, surface surface surface, a Rolls is a Rolls is a Rolls. To Evelyn our relationship is yellow and blue, but to me it's a gray place, most of it blacked out, bombed, footage from the film in my head is endless shots of stone and any language heard is utterly foreign, the sound flickering away over new images: blood pouring from automated tellers, women giving birth through their assholes, embryos frozen or scrambled (which is it?), nuclear warheads, billions of dollars, the total destruction of the world, someone gets beaten up, someone else dies, sometimes bloodlessly, more often mostly by rifle shot, assassinations, comas, life played out as a sitcom, a blank canvas that reconfigures itself into a soap opera. It's an isolation ward that serves only to expose my own severely impaired capacity to feel. I am at its center, out of season, and no one ever asks me for any identification. I suddenly imagine Evelyn's skeleton, twisted and crumbling, and this fills me with glee. It takes a long time to answer her question-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where are you going?&lt;/span&gt;-but after a sip of the port, then the dry beer, rousing myself, I tell her, at the same time wondering: If I were an actual automaton what difference would there really be?&lt;br /&gt;"Libya," and then, after a significant pause, "Pago Pago. I meant to say Pago Pago," and then I add, "Because of your outburst I'm not paying for this meal.""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-1086894255668926011?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/1086894255668926011/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=1086894255668926011' title='22 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1086894255668926011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1086894255668926011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/06/excerpt-1-from-american-psycho-by-bret.html' title='Excerpt #1 from American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-2753912533931212514</id><published>2008-06-17T15:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:39:13.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from The Stand by Stephen King</title><content type='html'>After about 20 attempts to log in, now I can give you this; a little excerpt from 'The Stand' (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p. 457, f.&lt;/span&gt;) that has nothing to do with the plot itself, but it's interesting nonetheless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you come back this way and renew your invitation to 'jine up', Stu, I'll probably agree. That is the curse of the human race. Sociability. What Christ should have said was 'Yea, verily whenever two or three of you are gathered together, some other guy is going to get the living shit knocked out of him.' Shall I tell you what sociology teaches us about the human race? I'll give it to you in a nutshell. Show me a man or woman alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society'. Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make one an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-2753912533931212514?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/2753912533931212514/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=2753912533931212514' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2753912533931212514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2753912533931212514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/06/excerpt-from-stand-by-stephen-king.html' title='Excerpt from The Stand by Stephen King'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-2463046128212456427</id><published>2008-06-03T08:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:46:07.512+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, in letzter Zeit habe ich hier nichts veröffentlicht. Ich hatte einfach nichts tolles neues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun habe ich mich am Schreiben versucht, herausgekommen ist Folgendes (ja es ging mir schlecht, als ich es schrieb):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auf meinem Stuhl, tief in diesen versunken, die Arme hängen schlaff von den Seiten, die Beine sind weit nach vorn gestreckt und spüre, wie das warme Blut immer kälter werdend den Arm hinunterläuft, über die Handflächen, die Finger und von diesen hinuntertropft zum Fußboden, auf dem ein Teppich liegt; in diesem sammelt sich das dunkelrote Nass zu zwei kleinen roten Lachen, größer werdend bis sie schließlich zu einer großen schwarzen verschmelzen. Nun bin ich der Herr über das Leben, von Blut umgeben und fühle mich wie Hades, der über &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Styx&lt;/span&gt; wacht.&lt;br /&gt;Ein Sonnenstrahl - ich blinzele und schreibe weiter an dieser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-2463046128212456427?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/2463046128212456427/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=2463046128212456427' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2463046128212456427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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in forums or other places, click on my gamercard in the right-hand frame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-2870153435719938382?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/2870153435719938382/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=2870153435719938382' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2870153435719938382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2870153435719938382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/03/online-360-gamercard.html' title='online 360 gamercard'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-1605011890379538902</id><published>2008-03-03T13:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:55:08.699+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Call of Duty 4 (Xbox360) Patch has been released!</title><content type='html'>For further information read below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-1605011890379538902?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/1605011890379538902/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=1605011890379538902' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1605011890379538902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1605011890379538902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/03/call-of-duty-4-xbox360-patch-has-been.html' title='Call of Duty 4 (Xbox360) Patch has been released!'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-3676105204317161845</id><published>2008-02-16T11:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:06:56.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Call of Duty 4: Patch on its way! (Xbox360)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;span class="postdetails"&gt;Posted: 12 Feb 2008 18:03&lt;span class="gen"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   Post subject: Xbox 360 feature patch heads to Microsoft for Certification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td nowrap="nowrap" valign="top"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Great News! The new feature patch I talked about last week (with new Kill Cams, Host Migration, and other new features) for the Xbox 360 has finished it’s internal testing and development and has officially been sent off to Microsoft for Certification. It’s only a matter of Microsoft putting it through the certification paces and it will be available for download for all Xbox 360 players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you forgot, keep reading to re-cap on all the new features this patch brings to players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Playstation 3 version of this patch, it’s currently finishing up it’s final internal testing (which I’m expecting to go very quickly) and should be heading off to Sony for it’s own certification in the near future, I’ll post that and full details on what that includes when that time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Kill Cams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve added new Kill Cams for everything. So now those “WTF!” grenades that seemingly come from no where, you can see that a guy threw it over the house, it hit a tree branch, bounced off a rock, into a tiny window, where you happened to be pointing out of, and say…… whoa. Follow behind RPGs and M203’s kill cams, claymores, Airstrikes where you can follow the bomb from the plane until it hits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Host Migration:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you won’t have to be dropped back by yourself when a host leaves. Instead, everyone will stay together, a new host will be assigned, and the game will auto-start back up. Keeping everyone together, no more re-inviting, re-joining games because some host leaves. This has been a tall order and something that we’ve put a lot of work into which has allowed us to really optimize online play all around not just specifically with Host migration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Improved Sniper / ACOG Accuracy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniper and ACOG scopes have been tweaked and are really improved. I use to not snipe at all (mainly because I’m a horrible sniper), but now it’s so much more fluid and natural, while still having the same difficulty to use, it has no more “WTF I know I hit that guy!” moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upgraded Spectator Cam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when you’re in spectator mode you can follow them in 3rd person, switch to their first person view, or rotate the camera in a full 360 degrees around whoever you’re watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quick Mute Option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Users will now be able to quick mute players on the fly by pulling up the scoreboard in-game or via the lobby by simply going to their name and hitting the mute assigned button. As quickly as calling in and designating an airstike. So no longer getting killed while trying to make your way through the Xbox blades for the mute option so you can shut up the guy who always seems to find it funny to sing into his mic or cover up for his lack of skill by telling you how to play Domination his way.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;Infinity Ward: Community Relations Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.charlieoscardelta.com/board/viewtopic.php?t=146933"&gt;http://www.charlieoscardelta.com/board/viewtopic.php?t=146933&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-3676105204317161845?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/3676105204317161845/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=3676105204317161845' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/3676105204317161845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/3676105204317161845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/02/call-of-duty-4-patch-on-its-way-xbox360.html' title='Call of Duty 4: Patch on its way! (Xbox360)'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-3407361109444663919</id><published>2008-01-28T10:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:46:53.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zitat Charlie Chaplin - Quote Charlie  Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Am Kreuzweg der Entscheidung gibt es keinen Wegweiser."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"There is no signpost at the crossroads of decision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-3407361109444663919?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/3407361109444663919/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=3407361109444663919' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/3407361109444663919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/3407361109444663919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/01/zitat-charlie-chaplin-quote-charlie.html' title='Zitat Charlie Chaplin - Quote Charlie  Chaplin'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-7726958789607864336</id><published>2008-01-03T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:44:04.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hans H. Molls: Im Nebel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiefe Decken, nahe Wände&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nirgends haschen meine Hände&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;einen Anfang noch ein Ende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Auf dem Grunde grauer Meere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;schlepp ich formlos-blasse Schwere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;furchtsam in die volle Leere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-7726958789607864336?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/7726958789607864336/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=7726958789607864336' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/7726958789607864336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/7726958789607864336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/01/hans-h-molls-im-nebel.html' title='Hans H. Molls: Im Nebel'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-953839576976191261</id><published>2008-01-03T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:40:40.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hermann Claudius: Das künft'ge Jahr</title><content type='html'>Was ist ein Jahr? - Ein Blatt vom Baum der Ewigkeit. Da sinkt es hin. Was ist der Mensch? - Ein Äderchen an diesem Blatt, das schnell verdorrt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-953839576976191261?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/953839576976191261/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=953839576976191261' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/953839576976191261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/953839576976191261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2008/01/hermann-claudius-das-knftge-jahr.html' title='Hermann Claudius: Das künft&apos;ge Jahr'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-6477221770336303590</id><published>2007-12-19T14:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:02:51.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zitat Friedrich von Logau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dem Himmel war ich nur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;und nicht der Welt geboren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was hab ich, sterb ich gleich,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;durch Sterben denn verloren?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-6477221770336303590?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/6477221770336303590/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=6477221770336303590' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6477221770336303590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6477221770336303590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/12/zitat-friedrich-von-logau.html' title='Zitat Friedrich von Logau'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-2014526822385208343</id><published>2007-12-15T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:27:56.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Put a statement to your desktop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R2QJdX6SQFI/AAAAAAAAABg/gQwNRHnE_nQ/s1600-h/Fuck_Iraq_-_It_Starts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R2QJdX6SQFI/AAAAAAAAABg/gQwNRHnE_nQ/s320/Fuck_Iraq_-_It_Starts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144247074603286610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can also get the full res version (1280x1024) here: &lt;a href="http://valis.deviantart.com/art/Fuck-Iraq-It-Starts-1498752?moodonly=86"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-2014526822385208343?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/2014526822385208343/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=2014526822385208343' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2014526822385208343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2014526822385208343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/12/put-this-message-to-your-desktop.html' title='Put a statement to your desktop'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R2QJdX6SQFI/AAAAAAAAABg/gQwNRHnE_nQ/s72-c/Fuck_Iraq_-_It_Starts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-6082364640746003433</id><published>2007-12-13T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:29:34.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Farbrausch 041: Debris</title><content type='html'>Alles, was zu sehen ist, wird von einer 173k großen Datei erzeugt. In dem unten zu sehenden Video ist die Qualität leider nicht sehr gut; wenn das Original auf dem PC läuft, dann in einer vielfach höheren Auflösung.&lt;br /&gt;Wer's mal selbst probieren will, einfach runterladen und ausführen: &lt;a href="http://scene.org/file.php?file=/parties/2007/breakpoint07/demo/fr-041_debris.zip&amp;amp;fileinfo"&gt;FR-041&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achtung: Funktioniert nur auf Rechnern, die über ausreichend Leistung verfügen.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Everything you see is created by a file with a size of merely 173k. Unfortunately the quality of the video below is not that good; running the gfxdemo on a PC will multiply quality a lot. If you wanna try it yourself, download and execute: &lt;a href="http://scene.org/file.php?file=/parties/2007/breakpoint07/demo/fr-041_debris.zip&amp;amp;fileinfo"&gt;FR-041&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: runs on high-end computers only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0Eg3dBnsHk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0Eg3dBnsHk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-6082364640746003433?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/6082364640746003433/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=6082364640746003433' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6082364640746003433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6082364640746003433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/12/farbrausch-041-debris.html' title='Farbrausch 041: Debris'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-1082936410572664625</id><published>2007-12-13T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:50:17.365+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgil's Aeneid, translated by John Dryden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Two Gates the silent House of Sleep adorn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Of polish'd Iv'ry this, that of transparent Horn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;True Visions thro' transparent Horn arise;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thro' polish'd Iv'ry pass deluding Lies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-1082936410572664625?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/1082936410572664625/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=1082936410572664625' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1082936410572664625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/1082936410572664625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-365416622904276110?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/365416622904276110/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=365416622904276110' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/365416622904276110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/365416622904276110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/12/quote-voltaire.html' title='Quote Voltaire'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-5077477927774996820</id><published>2007-12-06T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:27:57.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Optische Täuschungen - Illusions</title><content type='html'>Das Gehirn ergänzt gerne mal fehlende Objekte:&lt;br /&gt;The Brain likes to add missing structures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R1fXcb6KuLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EEkXwr9sgl8/s1600-h/erg%C3%A4nzung+fehlender+objekte.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R1fXcb6KuLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EEkXwr9sgl8/s320/erg%C3%A4nzung+fehlender+objekte.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140814383194749106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hier dreht sich nichts:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on the move here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R1fX6L6KuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LecG3LxbvAU/s1600-h/hier+dreht+sich+nix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R1fX6L6KuMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LecG3LxbvAU/s320/hier+dreht+sich+nix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140814894295857346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schwarze Punkte?:&lt;br /&gt;Black dots?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R1fYI76KuNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gop-lNTP95o/s1600-h/keine+schwarzen+punkte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R1fYI76KuNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gop-lNTP95o/s320/keine+schwarzen+punkte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140815147698927826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeigt das linke-untere Quadrat die Vorder- oder Rückseite des Würfels?:&lt;br /&gt;What is the lower-left square? The front or the back of the cube?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R1fZcr6KuQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cy91-WsbNYQ/s1600-h/linkes+unteres+quadrat+vorder-r%C3%BCckseite.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R1fZcr6KuQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cy91-WsbNYQ/s320/linkes+unteres+quadrat+vorder-r%C3%BCckseite.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140816586512972034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die waagerechten grauen Linien sind tatsächlich parallel:&lt;br /&gt;The horizontal gray lines are parallel indeed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R1faDb6KuSI/AAAAAAAAABE/mzckLIqBAkw/s1600-h/waagerechte+graue+linien+sind+parallel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R1faDb6KuSI/AAAAAAAAABE/mzckLIqBAkw/s320/waagerechte+graue+linien+sind+parallel.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140817252232902946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-5077477927774996820?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/5077477927774996820/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=5077477927774996820' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/5077477927774996820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/5077477927774996820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/12/optische-tuschungen-illusions.html' title='Optische Täuschungen - Illusions'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kCUbfonRlSk/R1fXcb6KuLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EEkXwr9sgl8/s72-c/erg%C3%A4nzung+fehlender+objekte.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-3864919691806653128</id><published>2007-11-23T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T14:17:24.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Buch "Trigger Happy" für lau - Freebie-Book "Trigger Happy"</title><content type='html'>Das Buch &lt;a href="http://stevenpoole.net/blog/trigger-happier/"&gt;Trigger Happy&lt;/a&gt; gibt es jetzt für umsonst als e-book (.pdf).&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The Book &lt;a href="http://stevenpoole.net/blog/trigger-happier/"&gt;Trigger Happy&lt;/a&gt; is now available as complimentary e-book (.pdf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt; "If you know the&lt;br /&gt;consequences of your choice in advance, it is no longer&lt;br /&gt;a choice. A corner of the imaginary world has been&lt;br /&gt;cordoned off."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-3864919691806653128?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/3864919691806653128/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=3864919691806653128' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/3864919691806653128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/3864919691806653128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/11/buch-trigger-happy-fr-lau-freebie-book.html' title='Buch &quot;Trigger Happy&quot; für lau - Freebie-Book &quot;Trigger Happy&quot;'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-6946925486560920589</id><published>2007-10-08T08:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:35:04.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'>F.E.A.R. Multiplayer jetz für UMSONST! - F.E.A.R. Multiplayer now for FREE!</title><content type='html'>Wer's noch nicht mitgekriegt hat: den Multiplayer Modus von F.E.A.R. (F.E.A.R. Combat) gibt's auf der offiziellen Internetseite &lt;a href="http://joinfear.com/main"&gt;http://joinfear.com/main&lt;/a&gt; jetze gratis. Tolle Sache; ich hab ihn mir schon gezogen. =)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;On the official homepage of F.E.A.R. &lt;a href="http://joinfear.com/main"&gt;http://joinfear.com/main&lt;/a&gt; you can now download the multiplayer mode (F.E.A.R. Combat) for free! Lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-6946925486560920589?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/6946925486560920589/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=6946925486560920589' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6946925486560920589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6946925486560920589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/10/fear-multiplayer-jetz-fr-umsonst-fear.html' title='F.E.A.R. Multiplayer jetz für UMSONST! - F.E.A.R. Multiplayer now for FREE!'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-6288030012071357548</id><published>2007-10-08T08:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:34:16.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>William Blake - The Marriage of Heaven and Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The ancient poets animated all sensible objects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enlarged &amp;amp; numerous senses could perceive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And particularly they studied the genius of each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;city &amp;amp; country, placing it under its mental deity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till a system was formed, which some took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;advantage of &amp;amp; enslav'd the vulgar by attempting to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realize or abstract the mental deities from their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;objects; thus began Priesthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And at length they pronounc'd that the Gods had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;order'd such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human breast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-6288030012071357548?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/6288030012071357548/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=6288030012071357548' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6288030012071357548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6288030012071357548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/10/william-blake-marriage-of-heaven-and.html' title='William Blake - The Marriage of Heaven and Hell'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-6263545070492147981</id><published>2007-10-04T13:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:33:37.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Einstein - Zitat</title><content type='html'>"Zwei Dinge sind unendlich:&lt;br /&gt;das Universum und die menschliche Dummheit.&lt;br /&gt;Beim Universum bin ich mir noch nicht ganz sicher."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-6263545070492147981?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/6263545070492147981/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=6263545070492147981' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6263545070492147981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6263545070492147981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/10/albert-einstein-zitat.html' title='Albert Einstein - Zitat'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-8569878392090118048</id><published>2007-09-27T14:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:57:30.518+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A.C. Swinburne (1837 - 1909) - The Garden of Proserpine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, where the world is quiet;&lt;br /&gt;Here, where all trouble seems&lt;br /&gt;Dead winds' and spent waves' riot&lt;br /&gt;In doubtful dreams of dreams;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the green field growing&lt;br /&gt;For reaping folk and sowing&lt;br /&gt;For harvest-time and mowing,&lt;br /&gt;A sleepy world of streams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of tears and laughter,&lt;br /&gt;And men that laugh and weep;&lt;br /&gt;Of what may come hereafter&lt;br /&gt;For men that sow to reap:&lt;br /&gt;I am weary of days and hours,&lt;br /&gt;Blown buds of barren flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Desires and dreams and powers&lt;br /&gt;And everything but sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here life has death for neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;And far from eye or ear&lt;br /&gt;Wan waves and wet winds labor,&lt;br /&gt;Weak ships and spirits steer;&lt;br /&gt;They drive adrift, and whither&lt;br /&gt;They wot not who make thither;&lt;br /&gt;But no such winds blow hither,&lt;br /&gt;And no such things grow here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No growth of moor or coppice,&lt;br /&gt;No heather-flower or vine,&lt;br /&gt;But bloomless buds of poppies,&lt;br /&gt;Green grapes of Proserpine,&lt;br /&gt;Pale beds of blowing rushes,&lt;br /&gt;Where no leaf blooms or blushes&lt;br /&gt;Save this whereout she crushes&lt;br /&gt;For dead men deadly wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale, without name or number,&lt;br /&gt;In fruitless fields of corn,&lt;br /&gt;They bow themselves and slumber&lt;br /&gt;All night till light is born;&lt;br /&gt;And like a soul belated,&lt;br /&gt;In hell and heaven unmated,&lt;br /&gt;By cloud and mist abated&lt;br /&gt;Comes out of darkness morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though one were strong as seven,&lt;br /&gt;He too with death shall dwell,&lt;br /&gt;Nor wake with wings in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Nor weep for pains in hell;&lt;br /&gt;Though one were fair as roses,&lt;br /&gt;His beauty clouds and closes;&lt;br /&gt;And well though love reposes,&lt;br /&gt;In the end it is not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale, beyond porch and portal,&lt;br /&gt;Crowned with calm leaves she stands&lt;br /&gt;Who gathers all things mortal&lt;br /&gt;With cold immortal hands;&lt;br /&gt;Her languid lips are sweeter&lt;br /&gt;Than love's who fears to greet her,&lt;br /&gt;To men that mix and meet her&lt;br /&gt;From many times and lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits for each and other,&lt;br /&gt;She waits for all men born;&lt;br /&gt;Forgets the earth her mother,&lt;br /&gt;The life of fruits and corn;&lt;br /&gt;And spring and seed and swallow&lt;br /&gt;Take wing for her and follow&lt;br /&gt;Where summer song rings hollow&lt;br /&gt;And flowers are put to scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There go the loves that wither,&lt;br /&gt;The old loves with wearier wings;&lt;br /&gt;And all dead years draw thither,&lt;br /&gt;And all disastrous things;&lt;br /&gt;Dead dreams of days forsaken,&lt;br /&gt;Blind buds that snows have shaken,&lt;br /&gt;Wild leaves that winds have taken,&lt;br /&gt;Red strays of ruined springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not sure of sorrow;&lt;br /&gt;And joy was never sure;&lt;br /&gt;To-day will die to-morrow;&lt;br /&gt;Time stoops to no man's lure;&lt;br /&gt;And love, grown faint and fretful,&lt;br /&gt;With lips but half regretful&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, and with eyes forgetful&lt;br /&gt;Weeps that no loves endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From too much love of living,&lt;br /&gt;From hope and fear set free,&lt;br /&gt;We thank with brief thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Whatever gods may be&lt;br /&gt;That no life lives for ever;&lt;br /&gt;That dead men rise up never;&lt;br /&gt;That even the weariest river&lt;br /&gt;Winds somewhere safe to sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then star nor sun shall waken,&lt;br /&gt;Nor any change of light:&lt;br /&gt;Nor sound of waters shaken,&lt;br /&gt;Nor any sound or sight:&lt;br /&gt;Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,&lt;br /&gt;Nor days nor things diurnal;&lt;br /&gt;Only the sleep eternal&lt;br /&gt;In an eternal night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-8569878392090118048?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/8569878392090118048/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=8569878392090118048' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/8569878392090118048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/8569878392090118048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Swinburne (1837 - 1909) - The Garden of Proserpine&lt;/div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-467604970487309181</id><published>2007-09-26T17:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:35:11.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Klimaveränderung - Change of Climate</title><content type='html'>Das Klima verändert sich. Na und!?&lt;br /&gt;Klimaveränderungen hat es - das zeigt die Geschichtsschreibung und -forschung ganz klar - schon immer gegeben und wird es immer geben. Aber wenn wir jetzt versuchen, die globale Erwärmung aufzuhalten, was wir gar nicht können, wir können sie nur verlangsamen, wird die Eiszeit, welche auf die Hitzeperiode folgen wird, umso länger.&lt;br /&gt;Das betrifft uns vielleicht nicht direkt, aber es wird auf jeden Fall unsere Nachkommen betreffen.&lt;br /&gt;Denkt mal drüber nach.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Climate's changing. So what!?&lt;br /&gt;There have always been and will always be changes in the climate of the earth. But if we try to stop Global Warming now - which we can't, we can only slow it down a bit - the Ice Age which will follow the Heatperiod will be even longer.&lt;br /&gt;This may not be of our concern, but it will be an issue for our descendants.&lt;br /&gt;Think about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-467604970487309181?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/467604970487309181/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=467604970487309181' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/467604970487309181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/467604970487309181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/09/klimavernderung-change-of-climate.html' title='Klimaveränderung - Change of Climate'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-6974295153922210761</id><published>2007-09-26T17:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:49:21.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Auszug aus "Tod nach Noten" von Till Lindemann</title><content type='html'>Geboren in Bedrängnis&lt;br /&gt;und an eine Sau gelegt&lt;br /&gt;den Zitzen zum Verhängnis&lt;br /&gt;Milch in beiden Ohren&lt;br /&gt;so offen Ärgernis erregt&lt;br /&gt;gealtert in Vergängnis&lt;br /&gt;Tod sei Dank nicht neugeboren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-6974295153922210761?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/6974295153922210761/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=6974295153922210761' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6974295153922210761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/6974295153922210761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/09/auszug-aus-tod-nach-noten-von-till.html' title='Auszug aus &quot;Tod nach Noten&quot; von Till Lindemann'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171807067652656615.post-2411534289906930437</id><published>2007-09-26T15:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:22:28.241+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Erster Beitrag - First Post</title><content type='html'>Tja das hier is dann wohl der erste Post in meinem frischen Blog. Mal sehen, was ich hier in Zukunft so alles reinschreiben werde.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;So this is it. The 1st post in my new blog. Let's see what I'm going to post in here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171807067652656615-2411534289906930437?l=krizzek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/feeds/2411534289906930437/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6171807067652656615&amp;postID=2411534289906930437' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2411534289906930437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171807067652656615/posts/default/2411534289906930437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzek.blogspot.com/2007/09/erster-beitrag-first-post.html' title='Erster Beitrag - First Post'/><author><name>Krizzek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09200328622438596693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.bilder-hochladen.net/files/451b-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
