Sarah Gypsum Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

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It closes up the pores and stops fiberglass insulation and the drywall dust from getting in the pores. And then like another poster responded.

I sometimes, err, get lost in my thoughts walking these streets. There’re days I walk by and think, "Wow, is this city alive or what?" It's so raw, so messy, so real, just like life itself and like Hou Hsiao-hsien's poems in film.

I-70 westbound between Eagle and Gypsum reopens