Neither Micky nor Mimie were there. It did not matter. There was some kind of Judy Garland or Marlene Dietrich’s icon singing in the background, an ego and id building bubble triggering the emotional rush. Then, the new police state took over prohibiting sensations of grandeur and Homo’s Disneyland, burning all the men inside, as they continued dancing and watching The Damned by Visconti. Some of us were not invited to the party, the movie experiencing night. It did not matter. We still had to escape, leave the surrounding area and hide from the police state.
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