In any city, any fortress, go to any halfway house or cheese workshop and ask the dwarf there to see the "Holder of the Glam." If a look of abject horror comes to the receptionist's face, then you are in the right place. He will ignore you, of course, but keep on asking. Eventually, he will break down and point you to a door you've never noticed before. If you do not go in there, then you will face horrors worse than death. Go inside, but do not look. Close your eyes and walk forward, being careful not to touch anything. If you touch the walls, then the walls will engulf you. Opening your eyes will break your feeble mind. Once you feel a gust of wind come in front of you, you may open your eyes. You will be in front of another door. Knock three times and say, "Wham bam, thank you ma'am." and if the voice inside replies, "Oh no, you're not alone!" then you may enter. If not, then you are a lost cause. Upon entering, you will see a lanky androgynous man with a lightning bolt on his face. Sit down in front of him and ask him about the Diamond Dogs. He will then touch your face and you will see the past, the present, and the future. If your mind is somehow capable of absorbing all of this and you have not been reduced to utter insanity, he will then ask you about what you saw. Tell him, "Sweet communist, the communist daughter, standing in the seaweed water. Semen stains the mountaintops. Semen stains the mountaintops." He will then reach into his pocket and give you a signed copy of David Bowie's The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. Keep it, and leave. That vinyl is object 233.
And they must never come together.