Mari Snyder Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

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Joshua Berger, Jon Raymond, and Tiffany Lee Brown in conversation with Stephanie Snyder. The chapbook below was originally published on the occasion of the.

I gotta rant – sometimes, I get so damn pissed off. Snyder can be driving me crazy with its endless petty drama. Like, why's every corner a new tale of woe? But then, those moments of raw beauty, they knock me off my feet, like a cold SEA wind.

William B. Snyder Obituary