A lone traverler on a sojourn across the wastelands.

Heart of Gold.

From the Boss down.

Garbage can be a hassle sometimes. It’s a pain when the bag rips or something, which makes the garbage spill all over the place.

Enjoy, thanks for reading =)

A poem written from the banks of the Ohio River.

Search for meaning
I am human trash
products from waste policy
garbage.

Random letters.

An essay of a current major environmental problem, Electronic Waste, and some of the methods being used to deal with it.

Behind every food leftover of other people is a precious stone for every garbage collector.