The mind dines then grinds its rinds.

A mental jettison is medicine.

Our feelings we mind; other’s we grind.

Chuck your muck.

Waste haste.

Our values show up in our dumps.

War’s disposal is supposal.

Progress — the invention of a new disposal.

The soul we depose we dispose.

Good riddance to all hindrance.

 

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