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Faux Concrete Wall Panels vs Real Concrete Finishes:
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Immerse Your Space: Transforming Interiors with Faux Concrete Wall Panels:-Whether you're revamping a commercial space or adding a contemporary touch to your home, faux concrete wall panels provide a seamless solution for achieving the desired look.
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Can I Use Concrete Panels for an Interior Wall?
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Industrial Home Bar
#Inspiration for a large industrial concrete floor seated home bar remodel with recessed-panel cabinets#dark wood cabinets#solid surface countertops and multicolored backsplash weathered to rustic perfection#deer antlers light#corrugated metal#wood windows#home bar#metal roofing#faux painting
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I'm so jealous of Daniil. Having only played the Haruspex route so far in both game, each time I'm invited to the Bachelor's place I turn green with envy at how he resides at an actual proper house with a real room and a real bed.
A real bed with a whole bedframe. A pillow with an actual pillowcase!! His bed even has sheets!
He has WINDOWS. His house is in a nice neighbourhood, and his roommate is a very attractive woman. There is actual furniture in his room. Not one hint of fungus growing on the walls or rust!
Can you imagine living there as your lair? Spending the whole game knowing you have a real house with a real bed to go back to at the end of each night? Seeing Eva's face every day before leaving to do quests?
Meanwhile, Artemy is stuck in this dumpster room of an abandoned factory. Cuddling with rats on his makeshift bed, held by nothing but a wooden panel, some boxes and a dream.
A pillow so yellow it has its own ecosystem where bugs established real estate. Is that even a pillow or is it some random rock Artemy found and chucked in there? Is it a stale loaf of bread?? Why is it hard looking?
But no, you don't even get to keep the rock roach pillow because in P2, they take it away.
Fuck you Artemy, you had it good for too long. No pillow now because what are you gonna do about it?. Fold your mattress instead to have a resemblance of a faux sense of protection under your most vital organ during the long hours of death rehearsal that you call sleep.
Somehow, they made the bed even more unstable looking. As if that thin panel in the middle could hold Artemy's weight without caving in. Oh, and apparently, I ran out of boxes to use for furniture because the bed and the table have to share custody of the same box.
We have downgraded into barrels now, as you can see :) No, I don't know what they used to contain inside.
Waking up every day to Sticky's snotty face telling me not to spit in the wind and nagging me about cleaning up the week-old human organs thrown around that are stinking up the place.
THERE IS MOLD GROWING ON MY WALLS. RUST FLAKES FALL FROM THE EXPOSED METAL PIPES DOWN INTO MY CEREAL EACH BREAKFAST.
This single wall holds so much mold and fungus that they started crossbreeding and evolved into new, never seen before types of bacteria. Satan's asscrack is more hygienic than whatever biohazard plagues of Egypt this slab of concrete contains.
I live in the gutters. My only neighbours are an illegal gang of minors with a hatred for furries and another illegal gang but of adults this time who sell me bullets way above the market price. A dangerous neighbourhood where you can't have shit because SOMEONE STOLE MY BULL.
The basement I reside in has no windows, the smell is pungent and fucking vile down here. There isn't even a space for a bathroom.
This is my kitchenette/bathroomette/showerette/cupboardette/surgery tools disinfection stationette/sinkette/watercoolerette/toilette/fridge.
also my buckets yk.
One bucket for the makeshift bathroom, another for holding important organs and loose guts during surgery, a third one as a cooking pot for making tasty meat grub soup and the final one for murky water after sweeping the floor.
What do I use to tell them apart? Oh nothing :) I just mix em up every now and then, oppsie daisy.
Oh and the floors are CONSTANTLY wet for some reason. Yeah sticky slipped and almost broke his neck the other day so watch your steps.
There is also this eerie room with literal garbage and broken furniture right next to the entrance. Don't worry about it, sometimes I hear someone crying and screaming for help when I'm trying to go to sleep but it's just the factory being silly lol.
Now this? This is where the M A G I C happens. This is where Artemy the Menkhu makes his famous herbal remedies and natural mixtures. This is where the Panacea for the infamous sand plague gets made!
In a rusty empty food can.
Falling into a bucket with shit stains.
MEDICINE BABBYYY. GET YOUR WEAK SOFT BONED ASS BACK TO THE CAPITAL BITCH, THIS IS HOW REAL MEN MAKE REAALLL MEDICINE!! RAWRRRRR🦅🦅💥💥
Meanwhile, dickovsky has the view of the cathedral and polyhedron just around the corner from where he resides. He has a backyard with a lake, and all I have is a swamp behind my basement. I trudge through the mud each night, collecting weeds and herbs to mix and trade so I and the two orphans who adopted themselves into my life don't go starving.
Not to mention the gaggles of herb brides loitering outside and giving me a false bad reputation.
That dandy douchbag has a pharmacy, a grocery, and a tailor right next door. The closest establishment to my shrekcore place of resident is a dingy basement bar with shady drinks and no bouncer to check for ID, I saw two kids in there once.
Pov: a qt3.14 surgeon says his dad isn't home and invites you over.
#♡otherfandoms#♡pathologic 2#♡pathologic#artemy burakh#daniil dankovsky#pathologic 2#pathologic classic hd#the haruspex#pathologic
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There was a bit of a blowout at the International Maltheist Conference this Sunday. Turns out that for the sake of a united front we’d all been skirting the question of which God, set of gods, or comparable Deific entities we were planning on hunting down and assassinating for their gross ethical negligence, and the whole thing came to a pretty ugly head at the 12 PM tactical Gnosticism panel. It turns out that Sectarian tensions aren’t completely mollified just because you’ve all flipped opinion on whatever it is that lives at the top of the stack.
And you know, to be fair, there are strategic implications, like, are we gonna try the tower thing again but with modern construction techniques, or would we have to build a giant drill and dig down to get at Him/Her/Them/It/Whatever, would mass cultural engineering to deprive it of belief work, or are we going to have to use the Large Hadron Collider as a metaphysical battering ram to despoil the kingdom of Heaven, and on and on. Different schools of thought. The difficulty, though, is that since 1983 the standard doctrine is that we all go around armed to the gills on the off chance we run into any higher power that’s out and about in human guise doing one of those faux-deep utterly condescending “live as a common mortal” routines, after that time we got lucky and bagged a Principality in line at a Boise ATM.
As a result, the good news is that almost everyone at the panel now has received a concrete answer to the doctrinal questions in dispute. The bad news is that most of the organizers are dead and the resultant fire got bad enough that we absolutely aren’t getting the deposit back. I will not lie, this is the worst the movement has shot itself in the foot since we invented contemporary astrology in the hopes of creating a harmless cultural heat sink for ambient spirituality.
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weekly update - part 1
Hello everyone, and happy Sunday! We hope you're sitting down with a nice, warm drink as you're browsing through today's update; it's such a long one, it was split into two parts (find part two here)! 🍵☕
The first part of the updates for this week can be found under the cut, as always! 🍃
— Base Game
Buy Mode
Dizzy Palms Ceiling Fan and Perfect Plumbob Ceiling Fan conversions by ePSYlord has been added.
Build Mode
Dots of Color, Dream within a Dream, Drywall, Dulcet Duet, Eldan Secrets, Electric Sheepskin, Essence of Pastel, EveryShade, Fair & Square, Firehouse Brick, and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
— Expansion Packs
Get To Work
Clinical Panels conversion by @lordcrumps has been added.
Get Together
Baa Baa Barn Style, Brickwall, Brickwork, Clutched Stones, Coloring Within the Lines, Dressing Mortar, Elaborate Plastering, Embellished Mucilage, Embroidered Plaster, Get Ruins, and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
City Living
Alleyway Bricks, Brickhouse Wall Pattern, Faded Memories, Large Fancy Wall Tiles, “Mold”ed Baseboard, More Mortar Bricks Wall Pattern, Street Walking City Bricks Wall Pattern, and Worn Stripes conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Seasons
Craftsman Stonewall, Woodstone Crafter’s Wall, and Worn Wood Siding conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Get Famous
Faux Wood Shingles Full Panel, Faux Wood Shingles Half Panel, Homemade Brick, Long Large Bricks, Opulent Panelled Brocade, Simply Stucco, Small Long Bricks, Sound Off Fabric Panelling, Sound Stage Panelling, and Veins of Gold Marble Walls conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Island Living
Bamboo Breeze Ceiling Fan conversion by ePSYlord has been added.
Natural Curves, Need for Reed, Seafarer, Tessellated Lava Rock, and Walk the Plank conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Discover University
Accented Stone, Britechester Brick Stone, Dorm Chic, Foxbury Stone, Stones that Groove, and The Gibbs conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Eco Lifestyle
Clean Slate, From the Earth Itself, Plastered Style, Rusted Iron, Smooth Panelling, Upcycled and Upcycled, and Tough conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Snowy Escape
Onsen-style Tile Murals, Peak Design Stone Tile, Summit Cedar, Summit Cedar Support Beam, Tea House Wainscotting, and Winter Warmed Wood Panelling conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Cottage Living
Brick Whisper, Flowered Vines Wainscoting - Left, Flowered Vines Wainscoting - Right, Garden Party Wainscoting, Quite Cobbled, and Sunlit Stone conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
High School Years
Another Brick for the Wall, Bricks of Academia, Honey, Comb On!, Melting Waves, Miles of Tiles, Papyrus in Art Deco, The Hallway Stone, and The Perfect Plaster conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Growing Together
Between the Lines Shingles, Half Stripe, Full Hype Tile, Haughty Herringbone Wall Tile, Hide & Sleek Metal Panels, Slate-ly Tiled, Suburban Dream Siding, and Well Crafted Masonry conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
— Game Packs
Outdoor Retreat
Horizontal Clapboard and Vertical Clapboard conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Spa Day
A Concrete Idea, Matchstick Magic, Minimal Slats, Perfect Horizontal Mosaic, Perfect Vertical Mosaic, Rectangular Flows, Ridiculously Rectangular Runner, Steamy Sideways Slats, Steamy Slats, The Glow that Flows Wall Panel, and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Dine Out
Determined Brick, Lofty Brick, and Modern Wood Panelling conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Vampires
Brooding Brick Pattern, Floral Bat Motif, Narrow Victorian Wall Pattern, Neoclassic Wall Panelling, Patterned Bat Column Print, Vertical Bat Motif, and Victorian Wall Pattern conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Parenthood
Misty Forest Wallpaper, Multi-Theme Kids Room Wallpaper, Simple Paint with Wainscot Panelling, Stone Motif with Wainscot Panelling, and Tiled Patterns with Wainscot Panelling conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Jungle Adventure
High Tiled Mosaic, Low Tiled Mosaic, Ornate Stone Blocks, Small Plain Tiles, Smooth Concrete Two-Tone, Smooth Concrete with Stone Bottom, Solid Concrete, Solid Smooth Stone, Solid Stone Blocks, Stucco ‘n Stone, and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Strangerville
Corrugated Metal and Metal Enclosure conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Realm of Magic
Enchanting Dainty Daisy, Magnificent Brick, Spellbinding Tile, and Venerable Brick conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Journey to Batuu
Concrete Construct, Ridges and Gravel, Strong Foundation, and Worn But Not Broken conversion by @lordcrumps have been added.
Dream Home Decorator
Trilateral Ornamentations conversion by @lordcrumps has been added.
My Wedding Stories
Sun Faded Paint conversion by @lordcrumps has been added.
Werewolves
All the images have been updated.
Alphabetised all items.
Some items were recategorised.
The page menu has been updated.
The coding has been cleaned up and standardised.
Caution Brick Wall, No Caution Brick Wall, andThrice-Rebuilt Cabin Walls conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.
Rusted Factory Fan conversion by ePSYlord has been added.
— Kits
Industrial Loft
Hot August Nights Fan conversion by ePSYlord has been added.
Desert Luxe
Sandstorm Ceiling Fan conversion by ePSYlord has been added.
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er. tw for suicidal thoughts? and there are some minor Implications™ in this, too, so take that as you will.
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Shinya holds back a whimper as the hand sanitizer he'd… obtained goes on the cut. "Fuck, shit, ow," He whispers quietly. It burns, and he knows this is one of the worst sanitizing agents out there, but there's no other option and he's got a Skyrace tomorrow and if he doesn't win that one he'll- it'll-
He has to win. He has to. Shinya is not going back to those soulless underground tunnels where long-dried bloodstains splatter the walls.
He reaches for the med-kit he's been stockpiling ever since he could remember, and gently flips the lid open.
It's… deep. No need for stitches, they'll just tear tomorrow- butterfly bandages to hold the cut close. Gauze and white tape over it.
He sprays all that with the liquid disinfectant. It soaks through the gauze and the bandages, and sterilizes it, faux-heat going down to the bone.
Shinya breaths in, closing the med-kit and tucking it back under the fake panel of wood. There are other injuries. Those can wait.
A sprained ankle -the suit will take care of that, but he should apply that numbing liquid and wrap it-, bruises, cuts, and the one he'd just bandaged.
Alright. Alright, he can do this. "One race," Shinya says to himself and the concrete walls. "One race. And after that-" His throat constricts on the words.
After that… he lives, or he-
He lives. He will. Shinya will win.
He refuses to go back. No. That is not an option.
Shinya will win, or he will die tomorrow by his own hands. That is a better ending than dying slowly, the will to fight being crushed out of him and exhaustion dogging his every step. Better than the slow death of failure.
…there is a rope in the bathroom. Cleaning agents under the sink. Knives hidden under the mattress.
"I am going to win," Shinya says to an empty room and the memories of people that once were. "Or I am going to die."
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a bit shorter than my usual stuff, but this hit me like a freight train and i had to get it out before i forgot!
-story anon (hello eclair :D)
GAH this /pos
Poor Shinya </3
No one ever wants to get sent to train with the Soulless...its worse than death.
#tw caps#tw suicidal ideation#ask to tag#bnha#edgeshot#shinya kamihara#neon souls au#poor shinya#unfortunately the life of a skyracer is harsh and cruel and this s what they live through#story anon <3#amazing stuff once again
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"Swear to me," Roddy and Adrian ;_;
Like Saskatoon, Poughkeepsie was cold, but New York cold was a totally different kind of cold. Up North, a chilly night slid between your ribs like the concealed blade in all your worst nightmares but, down in Upstate, the cold wind just seemed to want every warm-blooded thing to get the hell out of its way. Despite his ability to be comfortable in his blue jeans and beat up flight jacket, Roddy was more than happy to move aside as soon as he could get up the courage to do so.
Rubbing his hands together, he paced the concrete outside the Edison motor lodge, walking from one side of his shared room's window to the other and back again. Shut away behind off-cream curtains and, hopefully, tucked under the olive green comforters was his travel buddy, but the words spoken to him hours earlier replayed in his mind like the man was still shaking him by the shoulders and spitting them at him. They'd taken on a cassette quality, popping and grainy as the tape rolled, rewound in a supernatural mili-second, and started playing all over again. Tinnitus was starting to ring in his left ear and Roddy smacked at it a few times to ward the sound off, his pacing grinding to a halt with his hand still flattening his unruly hair to the side of his head when those gaudy curtains fluttered. An edge was pushed aside and, clearly not nestled in bed dreaming of sugarplums and knocking out teeth, Adrian squinted out at him. They stared at each other until Adrian jerked his head backwards, not unlike a shotgun cocking, and released the curtain.
"Yeah," Roddy muttered, more than a little miffed that his four AM fretting session was rudely interrupted. He hadn't even been pacing long enough to sport chilblains for his efforts. Regardless, he marched to the faux birchwood door. "Get me a house, and build you a room with a view! Only thing you love more than a front row seat is the limelight."
By the time he'd eased the door shut behind him, Adrian had already illuminated the light bar over both beds. He sat on the one Roddy was more likely to claim, arms crossed over his golden shirt so faded, it took Roddy months to decipher the words that had once been boldly printed across it. Now, "I'm afraid there's no denyin', I'm just a dandy lion" was about as legible as the quote's speaker was cowardly. Somehow, the shirt perfectly coordinated with the ruby slipper red carpeting, the deep brown wood panel walls, those fatigue green bedsheets that looked emerald under the sickly wall lamp, and the fresh egg-coloured curtains. Adrian looked like he belonged here, despite his expression so serious it darkened his eyes to the exact shade that sent shivers down Roddy's spine, head to tail. He eased out of his beat up work boots without loosening the laces and toed them off to the side, shrugging his jacket off before Adrian's stare made him overheat.
"Now, I know for a fact those curtains are too thick for-"
"Piper." The growl was enough to shut his trap, chin almost dropping to his chest. All at once, the exhaustion of the day came rushing in. The gruelling travel schedule, the cold, his earlier outburst, Adrian's commands so assertive, calling them advice was a laughable mistake- Just this once, he wanted to climb into bed behind his buddy, curl up around the small of his back, and go the hell to sleep without worrying himself into tossing and turning for hours. Instead, he stood there, emulating the effect of looking up at Adrian through his eyelashes and wavy bangs despite still standing. Adrian inhaled deeply and took him in, contemplative, before patting the bed. "Siddown."
Roddy complied, collapsing heavily beside the other man and refraining from telling him how much he loved the way New Yorkers spoke, sure, and Buffalonians and Manhattaners and whatever, yeah, but he especially loved the way Adrian spoke. Instead, he let the pathetic mattress slide him down until he was shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip with Adrian. He smelled like stale cologne, greasy diner food, and Downy. Instead of turning his head and burying it in that scent like he wanted to, Roddy fell the rest of the way backwards and scoot until he was awkwardly half on and half off the bed. His hair cascaded over the opposite side. Adrian's hand clapped down on his thigh and squeezed hard before rubbing a circle into the denim so softly it hurt.
"You better take my advice to heart. So help me, if you think I was kidding-"
"No," Roddy sighed, one hand smushing and rubbing at his own face. He needed to fidget but couldn't get his feet on the ground like this, not like Adrian, whose heel tapped a staccato rhythm on the carpet that looked plusher than it was. "No, I know. Get a house. For the family."
"For you," Adonis snapped, thumping his fist on Roddy's hip. Instinctively, he jerked his leg up, bent at the knee, and had nowhere to drop it but against his friend's firm side once the tension drained back out of him. "You get the house for you. For your stability, for your family. So you can wear trenches in your floors without freezing your ass off, you moron."
Roddy snorted a laugh. He wiggled up onto the bed more and oriented himself more comfortably, half behind Adrian, calves and feet still hanging off the ledge. His hand fell against Adrian's back, where his shirt was torn in the perfect way to show off a few scars. Palm pressed flat against him, they felt cooler than Adrian's unmarred flesh and softer than the over worn t-shirt. They felt familiar. Safe. He sighed and shrugged, knowing the motion would be felt. "You're not so bad, Adri."
The brunette twisted, kept twisting until he was a tornado, one leg over Roddy's so his knee was jammed into his inner thigh and their ankles crossed, one hand fisted in the front of his shirt but tugging and pinning it to the bed at his waist, one hand under his chin with a finger aimed like a pistol. Adrian was looming over him, his eyes hurt and scared but his face stern. "I am not trying to get rid of you. You hear me? If I wanted to get rid of you, oh, daddy, you'd already have a box in the cold case department."
Unsurprised and unafraid, Roddy pat Adrian's pointing hand. He opened his mouth to speak but Adrian swat his hand away like an angry cat and doubled down, eyes boring into his, noses almost touching. "You swear to me. You swear to me, Piper, you'll make a home for your family better than in all your wildest, starving desperado dreams - That you'll go and you'll stay for them. You- You better swear, so help me god, you won't stay now or go then for me, Roddy. You put them first, you hear me?"
"I hear, I hear," he replied, grabbing Adrian's hand in his and wiggling his fingers until Adrian's were between them, callouses squeezed together. Frowning, Roddy knocked their elbows together gently, not trying to accomplish much more than giving himself some time to process everything. "Alright. I swear."
"You swear what?"
"You didn't let me finish." He couldn't help but grin, carefully turning his leg until his friend wasn't cutting off circulation in it. "I swear I'll put my family first. But, Adrian-"
"No buts."
"But," Roddy insisted, bringing his elbow up and gently knocking his forearm into Adrian's jaw and shoulder. Willing to play along, he toppled sideways, dragging Roddy with him until they were laying side by side on the comforter. Up close, Roddy realised it was the colour of green carnations, the little white pansies dotting it, the pattern so subtle as to be conspiratorial. No doubt, it was something Adrian noticed when they booked the room. He always noticed everything, and the thought made Roddy smile with his teeth no matter how much Adrian glowered. "You're family too, you know."
#[ colour commentary ]#[ voyager ]#[ space ]#roddy piper#adrian adonis#long post#AHEEM .#aheem . heem.#space you can probably tell what this is based off from the first sentence.#for the rest of you: consider yourselves lucky to be free of Pain /j
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Where to Buy Easy-Install Faux Concrete Wall Panels
#fauxconcretepanels #buyfauxconcretewallpanels #fauxconcretewallpanels #fauxconcrete #concretewalls @concretewalldesigns
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Elevating Your Home with Innovative New Jersey Garage Design
When it comes to home design, garages often remain an overlooked space, relegated to mere functionality rather than aesthetic appeal. However, in New Jersey, a trend is emerging that's changing the way homeowners view and utilize their garage space. With a focus on innovation, functionality, and style, New Jersey garage designs are undergoing a transformation, becoming integrated parts of the home rather than detached afterthoughts.
One of the key aspects driving this trend is the recognition of the garage as more than just a place to park cars or store tools. Instead, it's being reimagined as a versatile space that can serve multiple purposes. From home gyms and workshops to entertainment areas and even home offices, New Jersey homeowners are realizing the untapped potential of their garages.
Innovative storage solutions play a crucial role in maximizing the utility of the garage space. Custom-built cabinets, wall-mounted shelves, and overhead storage racks help keep clutter at bay, creating a more organized and functional environment. This not only enhances the usability of the garage but also adds to the overall value of the home.
Lighting is another crucial element in modern garage design. Natural light is often prioritized through the addition of windows or skylights, creating a brighter and more inviting space. Additionally, LED lighting fixtures are being incorporated to provide ample illumination while reducing energy consumption.
But perhaps the most significant shift in New Jersey garage design is the emphasis on aesthetics. No longer content with plain concrete floors and bare walls, homeowners are investing in high-quality flooring options such as epoxy coatings or interlocking tiles to enhance the look and feel of their garage. Decorative finishes, such as faux wood or stone, are also gaining popularity, adding warmth and character to the space.
Furthermore, garage doors are no longer viewed as purely functional elements but as design features that contribute to the overall curb appeal of the home. Sleek, modern designs with glass panels or wood finishes are becoming increasingly sought after, seamlessly blending with the architectural style of the house.
Technology is also playing a significant role in modern garage design. Smart garage door openers, equipped with features like remote access and smartphone integration, offer convenience and peace of mind to homeowners. Integrated sound systems, climate control, and even Wi-Fi connectivity further elevate the garage into a truly modern and connected space.
The garage is undergoing a renaissance in New Jersey, transitioning from a utilitarian space to a fully integrated part of the home. Through innovative design, smart technology, and a focus on aesthetics, homeowners are transforming their garages into multifunctional spaces that enhance both the practicality and value of their properties.
For more info :-
NEW JERSEY GARAGE DESIGN
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You Never Beavers Crossing the Street
You Never See Beavers Crossing the Street
it's an amazing world right outside your door
many things to see, many places to explore
but still more amazing, positively neat
is that you never see beavers crossing the street
imagine limitless lines of luxury cars
winos on the corner stumbling out of bars
pimps in faux fur and fingers a-bling
ladies of the night are hawking flings
there's a drunk guy in the alley, pissing on a wall
six girls in a group all taking calls
litter on the sidewalk, refuse in the gutter
homeless man advancing his cart full of clutter
flying overhead, steel birds with their roar
an octagenarian standing in her door
tots in the park shooting balls in the basket
a motorcade in honor of a loved one's casket
the limbs of tall elms blowing in the breeze
a little boy crying with two skinned knees
an old man bent over, clutching his back
a mom with her groceries in her own "green" sack
thugs on the prowl for victims with dough
a man in a trench with his measly show
TVs in windows all show the same channel
Superbowl previews on a 50 inch flat panel
girl scouts with their cookies, all garbed in green
shirtless construction workers with that sun-baked sheen
tramp walks by in her three inch heels
fully aware what her short skirt reveals
man stands with sign "the end is near"
a vicar walks by, manner austere
small group of runners in overpriced sneakers
coupe's hatchback filled with woofers and tweeters
boys on park benches full of desire
girls walk by and set them on fire
sirens and whistles, bells and squeals
behemoths rumble by on eighteen wheels
overdressed fellow pimping sex shows inside
sicko pulls over offering offspring a ride
uniformed officer moving traffic along
Romeo sings his Juliette a sweet song
it's an amazing world right outside your door
many things to see, many places to explore
but with all that you see walking the concrete
you never see beavers crossing the street.
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Customizable Metal Buildings: Designing Your Dream Space
Concrete or wood has been the immediate choice for construction for a long period, in both commercial and residential complexes. However, metal has steadily gained a position as a significant competitor in the construction industry and a popular choice among consumers. Whether you are looking for a two-vehicle garage, barn, shed, workshop, or even home, metal is the best one can ask for owing to the benefits it brings to the table with numerous customization options available.
Options in Custom Metal Buildings
Metal Buildings are thoroughly customizable as per one’s needs, whether it is a storage facility, metal garage, retail space, or workshop. Metal structures are pre-fabricated and pre-engineered. Metal allows the application of personal touches and add-ons, and enable the transformation of a heap of metal into a dream structure.
Some might be interested in having a building with increased ventilation facilities, while others would be interested to inculcate visually pleasing elements like bright colors. In this case, Metal gets an edge over conventional materials and set-up a structure that is unique, efficient, and varying in nature.
Let’s take a brief look at the customizable aspects of a metal building that would assist you in creating your dream space.
Color Combination:
Looks have always been an integral part of any grand or small structure. Your building’s aesthetics also involves the use of colors. Interestingly, you can choose your choice of colors from the vast options available and create the best color palate for your roof, trim, and walls.
Some of the most popular color combinations in Metal Buildings are Polar White and Crimson Red, Almond and Medium Bronze, Snow White and Blue, Charcoal Grey, Fern Green, Ash Grey, Brown, and Snow White, and many more.
The use of bright or even classic colors can add charm to your structure and make it stand out. Although standard steel has its steel look, you can surely ditch that boring steel grayish color and make it both externally and internally appealing.
Door and Windows
Doors and windows in a metal building often go neglected and are mostly seen in plain and boring outlooks. There are several door styles you can choose from such as Barn doors, Metal walk doors, Embellished doors, French doors, double doors, wood doors, sliding doors, overhead doors, and many more. The choices are endless to give your structure a contemporary or sleek entryway. Windows are equally important, especially their location to allow proper lighting inside. One can choose different styles, sizes, colors, and shapes of the windows.
Sizing options
One of the most crucial advantages of Metal Building is its availability in various sizes. Customers choose pre-fabricated metal buildings for various purposes, including storage for their cars, boats, motorcycles, and RVs, usage as workshops, barns, horse stables, offices, cottages and so much more. In all this, size is one major element that changes significantly. Regardless of the size one opting for, the metal’s strength, durability, flexibility, and versatility go uncompromised.
Some of the common dimensions of Metal buildings are 30х40, 30х50, 40х40, 40х50, 40х60, 40х80, 50х60, 50х80, 60х100, etc.
Use of other material
Many often find the metal buildings raw look boring, pale, and industrial, which eventually discourages them to install one. However, you can ditch that ‘all metal’ building look with the use of many materials. Your building’s exterior can get a relatively better and less industrialized appearance with the usage of Glass, wood, concrete blocks, stone panels, bricks, or faux rocks. You can also go add your exteriors with veneer and stucco.
Layout
Apart from the main building, you can add a lean-to that appears like a half carport. Lean-tos consist of a sloped roof and are the best choice when one wishes to expand existing space in a building. These lean-tos can be either left open, partially closed, or even fully enclosed.
Conclusion
Summing up, the customization elements of metal buildings are numerous. Be it the size, color combinations, layout, use of other materials, or even the components like windows and doors, everything in a metal building can get customized to suit a person’s preferences.
You can use and combine many of the different materials available in the market that will give your metal building a modern, upscale exterior. The ability of steel to adapt and versatility allows the creator and the owner control over how the final look will come out.
Check out new products, designs, and availability of new metal and steel buildings, new features, and various exciting offers by Millennium Buildings at the link www.millenniumbuildings.com. You may also contact us at (866 216-8499) or mail us at [email protected]. You can have the outlet at PO Box no 22, Dobson, North Carolina 27017.
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ATTRITION
Decomposing dead bodies smell sweet, he told me. The most humane way to kill someone is to boil them, he continued. Then he had a pause, drank some soda, ate some chocolate biscuit, then quoted a contemporary philosopher. The kind you find at the kiosk at the airport; anemic and helpless self-help platitudes. When they executed people at the guillotine, the head would keep living for a split second, able to watch the cheering crowds as your head detaches from your body, watch your torso in vertigo as your head is spinning into a straw bucket with that characteristic frown, he told me. I started to think of the grimaces of the faces attached to fences in The Levant. Fifty faces on fifty pillars. My eyes didn’t gaze, they peeped, at these half a century of faces frozen. A split of a second enough, to see the grimaces on these faces detached from their torso, so similar to the grotesques found in the capital of Liguria. He asked me if I had ever seen the videos of those guys burned to death trapped in car tires. It is called necklacing, he continued. Must be a bitter-sweet smell, he muttered. Living human flesh dipped in decomposed dinosaurs set on fire. Doesn’t get any sweeter, any bitterer, I thought. When will humanity move on from attrition and embrace admonition before facing annihilation, I thought as I cursed my arthritis. There is no air in here. Stuffy crypt in a sordid scenario called a life. Information has no value, I kept pondering, only how you process it. I am skinless.
I left him in that humid cellar. This temple of piteous temptations, pine panels plastered on the mortar, to isolate sound, to isolate dread. Stagnatae lusus naturae. Fungus growing in the corners of the concrete ceiling. Green fading into black on white. Him turning his faux leathered wheeled chair back to face the screen. The surround speakers just underneath the dimorphic growth of the fungus, the transmitters transmuted into the fermenter, making mildew. The different partitions of the soundscape emancipated into their right place in conjunction with the scenario unfolding on the liquid tableau of the monitor. Creating an illusion that the sound was always behind you. That the monsters in the game were following you. Stalking. But I imagine, when sound is muted, the lurid soundscape shall still be stalking. Still hunt him. He keeps on going and going in scene manufactured, through corridors and caves, facing virtual monster after a computerized beast, flamethrower in virtual hands, eupnea tingling his neck. Sonic waves mingled with a vacuous mind. When the sounds die, the monster, which is his life, a confrontation procrastinated, eternally seemingly, or as eternal as one life can be, will swim slowly into his mental hemisphere, his Cthulhu tangling with his trauma, tentacles of mental torture. I am short of breath.
I walked out into his neighborhood searching for the metro through artificial fog made out of particles of poison. Low winter sun beaming orange rays through the violet vista. All buildings are made to last a lifetime only. No thought of coming kin. A society of me, me, me. My abdomen hurts, my shoulder is numb, my head is about to burst, my fingers screaming, and my left eye is almost blind, fogged down, and damaged by sight, but I don’t complain, just like everything, I am grinding down. Worn in a decade. Torn in a century. Pearls. Of cold sweat. On your feverish forehead. As you stroll down the avenue. No wonder one is appealed to by metaverses when captured by these prospects. Your fate determined by syndicates, dynasties, dystopian delusions. Determinism is appalling when based on worried sleep, sordid work, vapid leisure, and wrecked community. Grinding down in a grid. The sun sets with a sob. The stars in the sky are not visible here, only one’s distorted silhouette in crystalline surfaces, as one moves from one intolerable architectural entanglement to the next, as a lab rat stuck in an oversized circuit board. Yearning for war. Worn to the core. We live in dark times, they say, like time is the issue, not how we manage material motion. What constitutes our so-called reality? If the world is insane are you thus insane if you are normal? And what do you mind? Don’t you see that all which I can explain with tongue and scribble down I could craft with strained hands, sacrifice sweat, but I don’t, I won’t bother? I keep my sweat and let it land as tears softly in the palms of my hands.
I wait at the metro station in a site too desolate to earn the title place. A small group is gathered around me, a pregnant woman shooting smack on the bank, her baby blue veins popping out of her ghastly ivory arms through the skin, like her tiny tummy with her crash test dummy fetus, bulging out of her torn shorts, two old men rolling a joint filled with tobacco and white powder, talking in a dialect only they could ever comprehend, spitting their sentences like curses, their faces like gargoyles, this beautiful woman, this angel of a grown girl with cinnamon skin, sliding slowly down the wall, clutching an urchin wrapped in a pink blanket, her eyes going white in their sockets, her cornea sliding into the skull, disappearing simultaneously with her sensory cortex, she loses the grip on the crack pipe, but not the child, the infant in deep sleep on her neck as she collapses on the concrete pavement, stays on her shoulder. All their calamity. Except for the man with a fresh crew cut and all-weather jacket, standing with his headset, whistling a tune from the late 90s, chewing gum, with eyes as bland as eyes can be, fresh from the gym shower, ready for quinoa and chicken with half a handful of grated parmesan, served on his vintage Formica dining table, in his newly renovated flat, then a sip of gin before nodding off on the divan. I step up behind him and close my eyes. The palms of my hands a millimeter from his shoulder blades. Then I push with my mind as the train enters the station and his ghost is torn to shreds by the ghost train in the ghost world. He turns and glares at my palms, at my closed eyes wide open, and I smile.
Thousands of miles away a woman walks towards that park dedicated to the great poet, a shortcut to her office. She is not supposed to work today. Her husband pleaded with her to stay at home. She will give birth within a month. We are under attack, he reminds her. Nowhere is safe, he insists. Stay at home please, he pleads. She dreams of a blissful future among the ruins. Then the projectile strikes her and her unborn. She bleeds to death on the pavement. All in pieces around her. Another hole in the ground. Another hole in my heart. I wish I wasn’t affected. Are all these horrid daydreams a method to suppress, to replace, the hideous verisimilitude of the works, I ponder, I wonder. I step onto the train carriage. The fluorescent light bites with its flicker, forcing me to find another mind inside mine. As I sit down on the stenched benches and meditate on the silence of Sobibor, the site where no birds are singing, weary of the burned corpses laying around, underground, feeding the soil for vapid trees growing stems towards heaven. The train moves along. Choo-choo. As I sigh my sight swirls towards a teen with a telephone, watching a video vapidly, of a group of men castrating a young man, a lone soldier with a wolfsangel insignia on his jacket, the perpetrators with grinning human skulls on theirs, the camouflaged group of men laughing acidic laugh acapella, knife in hand, to send a message, video through the wires of the lands to the hand of this kid, watching with jaded eyes. All freezes within me. I cry that silent cry which has no voice, no outlet, no consequence, and no direction. This is reality condensed. A reality without sense. I am ashamed of being human.
Moving out of the carriage like blood leaving a freshly cut wound, with the untrue crowd, flowing through the terminal, the hallways, the passages, the entries, revolving doors, defunct escalators, collapsed elevators, hallways once beautifully tiled now eroding, desecrated down, stained by puke, feces, blood. graffiti. Fuck your fucking loneliness a tag says. It speaks to me. Humans move with me, move past me, move through me until I am all alone in this ghastly rotunda. Ghouls leaving me be. We are not the same species. A Homo Sacer among Homo Echoes. The scar of Cain is branded on my temple. Flies inside my mind, moving about, in circles. Whirlmind. My brain is a turd attracting bugs. I belong here, in the underground, with the pests, the scarred, the pained, the scared, the pathetic, the sacred, and the discarded. As I move to the exit, I notice a metal side door vaguely ajar. I grab the doorknob firmly, and my hands start trembling when the squeak appears as I enter, and the smell which hits me, is a seismic wave of fumes. I walk the charcoal corridor to its dead end in the dark. My steps echo hollowly as I pass through the luscious aisle. I lit a match. Then he appears. Sitting on the floor at the end of the foyer. His skin is like ash, his expression as dull as his pulse, dead to the core. In a line from his left eye, I see the trace of a tear, dried up, creating a variation in his dehydrated chin. His stare is so vacant, though sorrow remains. He is clutching a half-empty plastic bottle of pink rubber alcohol, labeled with a skull and crossbones, the hazard symbol. The last warning, the one he did not abide by. His last rebellion. Then I hear something behind me. The door. It closes behind me. I am alone. Only me, the ash man, and the darkness, the liquid dripping onto the uneven concrete in ponds soon to be a pool. As I light a new match I see. It is me. It is me sitting there, sedentary, dead at the dead end of the artery. I moonwalk slowly towards the door, the hand of the ashed out me moving barely, small twitches of the finger, though it might be an illusion from the flicker of the fire. As I leave I hear the ash man whisper; who are you? Why don’t you come with me?
As I step into my apartment I hit a wall of echoes so compressed they summarize what is and should not be an outside, transcribed into here inside and now, at this site which I call home, and I vomit. The saliva mixed with crushed cookies finds a home beneath the floorboards. Food for the vermin. I leave the lights off. Then I take a vinyl record from the shelf; Politische Ouvertüre by Wagner, and stab it several times with a switchblade; a shape reminiscent of a quirky smiling face with its nose torn off, put it on the turntable and set it in reverse. The needle jumps around on the vinyl like a drunk ballerina on some bombed-out opera stage. The light through the cracks in the roof, the crater that is the ceiling, hits her vinyl dress, sparkling in little twinkles as the ballerina goes into the first position, Vaganova style. She forms a heart with her arms above her head and lifts her face upon the chasm in the ceiling, twinkle, twinkle little star, with or without a sound. She closes her eyes as the second missile hits the theater, the crater she stands on, on her toes. is a pile of carbonated children lumped together in the basement of the theater, now a crater, the needle, the ballerina, only a vague memory from some chimerical future. The theater is a crater, like a crater is a theater, a spectacle of nothingness in an oversaturated world, secretly longing for obliteration. I light a candle and then lie down on the floor. Rambling resentment reverbs rapidly, repeats, roams, ravages, thoughts twinge torridly, totally, tired tenacious pondering pollutes painfully, pathetically, pointlessly. Possibly poignantly. Through these tactile thoughts rhythm rises reverence ravenously, numbs noon, negates night, and mourns mornings. And then the momentum fades. All is gray. All is dull dusk. All are dead dawn. Oh, in the sweet afternoon, mischievous memories, gargantuan gangrene, malicious migraine, world stay away, words leave me be. Forlorn in my whimper. No eyes in my sockets. Heads heads heads. Rolling. Rolling. Rolling. Down the ramps, ramps, ramps. Like ellipses after a sentence…
Then the mental collapse. Suddenly somber sorrow signifies solace. I pick up twelve matchsticks from the box, order them in an ornament of a jigsaw blade with small gaps, matchstick head touching matchstick head, WWW, then I tilt the third W counterclockwise, WW3, put it alight with the thirteenth match, the heads catch fire, the sulfur sheds a septic stench, a hint of blue in the cold pyre, a tinder relay burns into the teak table, I wait until the corpses of the sticks turn temperate, then brush the ashes and coal onto the linoleum floor, scarred onto the surface I see a future without fate, without faith, and I realize that war has no chronology, that there has been a perpetual war of the world since the advent of man. I place a worn vade mecum over the burn mark, then the window ablaze with wondrous illumine. I stand up to watch as a mammoth mushroom cloud forms outside, inside the frame of my window, encapsulates everything, swallows all shadows with enchanted light until I am enveloped within the square beam of particles, the blaze of inverted darkness from outside the window or inside my mind.
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Faux Stone Wall Panels – A Quick and Easy Home Transformation
Faux stone wall panels are an attractive and affordable way to add stone veneer to your home. They are easy to install, low maintenance, and come in a variety of styles and colors. Whether you are looking to add a touch of class to your fireplace or transform your kitchen backsplash, faux stone panels are a great option. In this blog post, we will discuss the different types of faux stone panels available, as well as the benefits of using them.
Types of Faux Stone Wall Panels
Faux stone wall panels come in a variety of styles, colors, and textures. The most popular styles include limestone, fieldstone, and ledgestone. Limestone panels have a smooth surface with a soft, natural color palette. Fieldstone panels have a more rugged look with their irregular shapes and deep colors. Ledgestone panels have a linear appearance with long, thin stones stacked on top of each other. Rocky mountain ledge stone is another popular type of faux stone panel which has a rough texture with a mix of light and dark colors. No matter what style you choose, faux stone panels can add beauty and value to your home.
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Faux stone panels are an attractive and affordable way to add stone veneer to your home. They are easy to install, low maintenance, and come in a variety of styles and colors. Whether you are looking to add a touch of class to your fireplace or transform your kitchen backsplash, faux stone panels are a great option.
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