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This one within Vilk´s budget.

E

Insulation and waterproof?

You can always reinforce and insulate, make some improvements in these little houses.

Shouldn´t be here talking about numbers, just ideas and momentum solutions that may help in this difficult time in your life that you are going through, in this thorough and delicate case of yours.

4.5 meters in diameter

Good enough for what you want to do, for what you need to do at the moment there. Which I think is to spend some time there. 

To live there is another question and only time and you will answer.

With time you´ll think about other things, likes, wants and solutions.

You´re going to live there under this shit, and not outdoors, not under the elements of nature. Of course you can live under a roof, but this one is not good, not just the colour but the type of material. it´s a sucker tool, the sucker´s tool. This is poop, it´s shit. Clowns shit, job and sickness that will be sucking you, your body and mind feelings. All your waters and blood, body and mind feelings, thoughts and pleasures. It will be sucking all the elements and feelings that nature gives to you. The air you breathe and smell, the things you ear and see, earth and sky, sunshine and sunset colorful paints, colours, light and darkness, fields, trees, plants, grass, parfums, everything that is nature. 

They are thieves, suckers. And if they want they will kill. It all depends on their interests and job and in what is to clean.

The devil gives one but takes two. Takes more than he gives. People loose more than they gain. That´s why the devil´s insistes in his shit, in what he does, it´s his sickness. ´Cause the devil likes what and who he sucks with his tools. It´s his job and own interests.

But people let the clowns do it, fall in the clowns shit, job, traps and assholes.

It´s the truth. It´s what´s happening all over the world, on the streets, on tv, what all the clowns do, they suck.

Oh my God what am I doing? 

Suicide solutions

Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker Suicide is slow with liquor Take a bottle, drown your sorrows 

Then it floods away tomorrows Away tomorrows Evil thoughts and evil doings Cold, alone, you hang in ruins Thought that you'd escape the reaper You can't escape the Master Keeper 'Cause you feel life's unreal and you're living a lie Such a shame, who's to blame? And you're wondering why Then you ask from your cask, "Is there life after birth?" What you saw can mean Hell on this Earth Hell on this Earth Now you live inside a bottle The reaper's traveling at full throttle It's catching you, but you don't see The reaper's you and the reaper is me Breaking laws, knocking doors, but there's no one at home Make your bed, rest your head, but you lie there and moan Where to hide? Suicide is the only way out Don't you know what it's really about? Ah, now people You really know we're at Ah, ah, you got it, fox Get the plans out, Satan, Satan, Satan Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker Suicide is slow with liquor Take a bottle, drown your sorrows Then it floods away tomorrows Take me away Oh, oh, tomorrow It's never getting me flaps, no flaps No fox, I don't flaps, nothing

You beautiful

EG

Sklepy budowlano-dekoracyjne Leroy Merlin - Zapraszamy

Crionics

Eyes upon me Watching me in my perpetual sleep Dreams deceive me My future depends on a mindless dream I've fallen from promises, damned to take risks on my own The masterful science that freezes your mind and your soul The wretched dream is realized The human race is to be crystallized Thoughts of laughter Filling the head of the master in charge Worlds of wonder Is this a cure or a painless death? I'll fight and resist till they all see the end that is near The doctors, the lawyers, and G-men are living in fear Living my life with one distant hope A cure that will kill my invincible foe

Winter dreams