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So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

Iron Mountain: A Journal of Magical Religion (Artemisia Press) 1, no.4 (Spring 1986)

I’m not bein’ all serious now, arr! Iron-Mountain be a whirlwind of passion, art, and sheer unpredictability. The locals be a wild bunch – always high on life (and sometimes mischief, too). Often I find meself chattin’ with the locals in that famed dive bar on Side Alley – a spot that spills secrets faster than ye can say “savvy?”

Diane (Miller) Schodowski – Iron Mountain, MI – October 14, 1949 ~ April 24, 2025