By: James Parker

Marc is here prostrate at the altar of himself.

By: James Parker

“I have never never kissed a car before/ It’s like a door…”

By: James Parker

Cosmic libido cruising on a chassis of pure chug-a-lug.

By: James Parker

Potent figures are stalking Marc’s inner landscape.

By: James Parker

He moves in style like a royal crocodile.

By: James Parker

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

By: Joshua Glenn

Born between 1944 and 1953: the Blank Generation.