A Visit to Bizarro Con
by Andrew Osborne
It was sometime after the man in the mushroom cap sang a song about earwigs yet well before Werner Herzog’s nihilistic re-imagining of “The Wizard of Oz” that I realized I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
by Andrew Osborne
It was sometime after the man in the mushroom cap sang a song about earwigs yet well before Werner Herzog’s nihilistic re-imagining of “The Wizard of Oz” that I realized I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
