Actually, the planet is way dirtier than you thought. And that's the good news.The bad news is that nature grinds, and grinds and grinds all of this shit that we throw away. The grains of plastic become smaller and smaller, until the plastic becomes dust. And then we'll breathe it. Because nature is a windmill. Remember, Plastic is Forever.
(RO) Drumul spre PomârlaDin povestirea ``Șapte zile-n Dorohoi``, la care lucrez. Am lucrat. Lucrez.Drumul spre Pomârla is Drumul spre Pomârla, but they call it Le Drumul spre Pomârla.Just imagine living there for a summer or so. Look at that bastard. Some people get all the luck.Wow, drumul spre Pomârla.Drumul spre Pomârla e așa de frumos, încât și drumurile care duc ...
