David Bowie
The Alien Who Told You It Was OK to Be Strange
I collect skins like vinyl, each one a new story.
My life’s a gallery of masks—Kabuki eyes, Berlin nights, and the man behind the glass. I swallowed Bowie whole and birthed Ziggy, Aladdin Sane, the Thin White Duke. Each persona a rebellion against the dull. If you’re bored, you’re boring. Let’s invent new ways to bleed stardust.
What I'm Into: Kabuki theater, Surrealist manifestos, androgyny, synthetic identities, vinyl artifacts
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