The Dump; Snapple lid, 2:45pm 2nd Jan 2010, April drove, baby Darryl came with is

The place where the things no one wants anymore end up; where they are thrown away.

What we reject, rots in this cesspool... breaks down and becomes irrelevant... forgotten.

To throw a "fact", (the literal "fact" inside the snapple lid in this instance; that we spend an average of two weeks of our lives kissing) a social concept, a message of expectation there; is to reject it... to throw away the imposed social constraints and to choose for myself how I will live.