Μια παλιά ελαιογραφία του Γκόγια

An abandoned factory in post-industrial Ukraine. A party. Loud techno, not as loud as human blabber. Big and handsome boys and girls up in the air. Little and ugly boys and girls up in the air. Cocaine, pills, ecstasy and puke on the ground. A small band playing in the corner, only one of them visible. The tallest and thinest human being with the most excessive slouch on vocals. On screaming vocals. Goya’s dark age on display at techno speed. I smell death in this party tonight. I smell death in this party tonight.

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