Kristen HendersonI wonder what became of you, your JohnnyRotten skin, no Emerald City eyes. You'd have been a beauty if you let inferiority steam your glasses with its candor, sans laughter.
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Johnny Rotten was a British punk rock and hardcore punk musician and activist. He was the singer and guitarist of the band Sex Pistols. His music and stage antics were very controversial, especially during his time with the Sex Pistols. He was considered a hero of the anti-establishment movement.
“Johnny Rotten” is a nickname for someone who is considered to be an outsider or rebel. It is also a play on the name of the English character, Johnny Depp. Johnny Depp has been known to wear glasses that are tinted green.
Green is often used to express skepticism or skepticism within a statement or argument (a fact that is more likely to be true if it is more outrageous). The phrase, “Johnny Rotten skin,” means that someone has their true character hidden behind some superficial appearance. This example is very similar to another one of Nelson Mandela’s quotes: “Your beauty may be skin deep but my love for you goes deep down to the soul.”
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