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There are no holidays in August, there are no cities in Wyoming, no real ones. There are equal rights for everyone. And Wyoming is there for a reason. For a few hours, from bright to dusk, I get to exist in the badlands (you gotta live it every day, let the broken heart stand as the price you gotta pay, keep pushing til it’s understood til these badlands start treating us good). The badlands serve as proof that God, if there is one, liked to play with his mashed potatoes. Maybe the badlands serve as proof of God.