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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.

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His disposables are imperish­able, his feather brain weighs a ton.

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Born between 1944 and 1953: the Blank Generation.