faulkner-chosen

To be of the chosen despite the hungers and gnawings of flesh, to attain a spiritual union with Infinite, to die — how could physical pleasure toward which his blood cried, be compared with this?

Thought:

“Onstage, I’ve been hit by a grapefruit, beer cans, eggs, spit, money, cigarette butts, mandies, quaaludes, joints, bras, panties, and a fist.”

Iggy Pop

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