Jack Smith's tawdry-campiness and Madam Blavatsky's pseudo-science in colored sheets.....
mylar and polyester-clad flaming creatures
in search of delusional connections to an imaginary realm of day-glow and sequined avatars....... This Campy Story never ends, as Ruth Norman, a.k.a. Archangel Uriel, and some Unariuns, costume up for religious psychodrama, still 'robe-ing up' for some seriously idiotic Glitterati Glamour and posturing....
