WILHELM SASNAL SHOOK MY HAND

Projecting a future where risk is reward. The mud had dried up and although he walked on the muck the stench no longer bothered him.
In the Bunker there was luxury and an anti-burglary card. One must protect one's possessions, now that we are equal to Art. We can leave the shed in our cajamas, along with the hay in our boots.
Resting after work, lying down like in kindergarten, relaxing, having dinner and pokemon.
Melting from the warmth and pleasure of the working electric stove.
Children in Norway sleep outside to toughen up. The colony dies, and we can possibly fall in the majnkraft. Pleasure is your leasure, and resorting to attractions is a departure from the truth.

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02.10.2024 - 23.02.2024 Szaber, Cracow