The Garbage Man

Clearing his mood, clean of conscience. The whole thing left and chastity as the highest virtue. A swipe sign, look of understanding full of misunderstanding and everything on the side. It's a crusty job, but someone has to do it. Reprehensibly, he throws away the pockets of other people's affairs in business with an air that it has a nature. Messy when the day goes so far.
With hollow eyes and the dismay around the lips, his face stares at the whole, pile at work. Labor, noble, rest, rust and apostate does not appear in his dictionary. The street with vowels example for providence in the past. Shoulders below and up again due to collection day.
Underground accumulations hidden from our remark, thanks to the heroes shrouded everywhere in overalls. Already ignite one's own environment to better start over with yourself. Always in separation iron eaters plastic soup from which walm blows with all the winds. What only remains #junkpottery
The most important thing is the continued anonymity, which has been chosen in particular. In addition, uniformity in appearance. Nice emptiness in a fully free function, fresh as the wind and nice in its element. Supply and demand tailored, sometimes to a greater or lesser extent, but usually with humanity as a manure surplus.
Immerse yourself in the street scene like your work, alternative scenario where you don't lose yourself. Unnoticed, remarkably eye-catching, orderly, clear or omineously stripped. Result with no residue.