weird thoughts from the hopelessly insane
Born of a wolf, under a dead bloody sun, on a hilarious night of exorcism gone a bit stupid. Perhaps a beast made of rotten strawberries, the rest of this pathetically unclean information should not be asked.
A look at a film on one of the most insane criminals of the last century. Nazi, American-back spy, a friend of Bolivian death squads. Klaus Barbie in Hotel Terminus.
