Every time I refuel my huge 4X4 at a service station on the English motorway, the comfortable universal vision of the businessman behind the wheel of his beautiful BMW changes forever, evaporating at the first glance at my invading leather attire and military hat. The mask of the rogue allows me to be perceived by these men as nothing more than a beast, and that’s precisely my intent: as the MC5 sang, “Call me animal.” My words and actions are directed solely at those intrepid souls whose lives have already set out on the path of self-discovery, people for whom my crazy (or insane?) clothing makes no difference. Julian Cope Julian Cope - Poet Is Priest...
luludia
4 mar 20
DeRank ™: 17,67
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