Marc is here prostrate at the altar of himself.
“I have never never kissed a car before/ It’s like a door…”
Cosmic libido cruising on a chassis of pure chug-a-lug.
Potent figures are stalking Marc’s inner landscape.
He moves in style like a royal crocodile.
His disposables are imperishable, his feather brain weighs a ton.
Born between 1944 and 1953: the Blank Generation.