Don’t worry if people think you’re crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they’re destined to be. – Jennifer Elisabeth

Don’t worry if people think you’re crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they’re destined to be. – Jennifer Elisabeth

What’s with the serum?” I don’t know, but it sounds ominous. We better put a telepathic direction finder on Benway. The man’s not to be trusted. Might do almost anything…Turn a massacre into a sex orgy…” Or a joke.” Precisely. Arty type…No principles… – William S. Burroughs

What’s with the serum?”
I don’t know, but it sounds ominous. We better put a telepathic direction finder on Benway. The man’s not to be trusted. Might do almost anything…Turn a massacre into a sex orgy…”
Or a joke.”
Precisely. Arty type…No principles… – William S. Burroughs

What’s with the serum?” I don’t know, but it sounds ominous. We better put a telepathic direction finder on Benway. The man’s not to be trusted. Might do almost anything…Turn a massacre into a sex orgy…” Or a joke.” Precisely. Arty type…No principles… – William S. Burroughs

What’s with the serum?”
I don’t know, but it sounds ominous. We better put a telepathic direction finder on Benway. The man’s not to be trusted. Might do almost anything…Turn a massacre into a sex orgy…”
Or a joke.”
Precisely. Arty type…No principles… – William S. Burroughs

What’s with the serum?” I don’t know, but it sounds ominous. We better put a telepathic direction finder on Benway. The man’s not to be trusted. Might do almost anything…Turn a massacre into a sex orgy…” Or a joke.” Precisely. Arty type…No principles… – William S. Burroughs

What’s with the serum?”
I don’t know, but it sounds ominous. We better put a telepathic direction finder on Benway. The man’s not to be trusted. Might do almost anything…Turn a massacre into a sex orgy…”
Or a joke.”
Precisely. Arty type…No principles… – William S. Burroughs