Ich heiße Oliver.
Ich lebe in der Nähe von Leipzig.
Ich bin SxE.
Ich habe einen vierbeinigen Mitbewohner, MiniBulli-Mix.
Meine Hobbies sind neben meinem Hund, Krafttraining, Lesen (Evola und Houellebecq stehen gerade hoch im Kurs).
Ich interessiere mich für: Tiere, Politik, Literatur und Geschichte.
Musik:EBM, Industrial, Black Metal.

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The Stranger

The Stranger within my gate
He may be true or kind
But he does not talk my talk
I cannot feel his mind
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth
But not the soul behind

The men of my own stock
They may do ill or well
But they tell the lies I am wanted to
They are used to the lies I tell
And we do not need interpreters
When we go to buy and sell

The Stranger within my gates
He may be evil or good
But I cannot tell what powers control
What reasons sway his mood
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
Shall repossess his blood

The men of my own stock
Bitter bad they may be
But, at least, they hear the things I hear
And see the things I see
And whatever I think of them and their likes
They think of the likes of me

This was my father's belief
And this is also mine
Let the corn be all one sheaf
And the grapes be all one vine
Ere our children's teeth are set on edge
By bitter bread and wine

Rudyard Kipling