The Odditorium

Voorman laughs until his bed squeaks. “I rendered an entire country nonexistent, Doctor! What more evidence do you need?” “Then what is God doing straitjacketed in the PanOpticon?” Voorman yawns in a well-fed way. “Honolulu gets boring, Doctor. Golf is tedious when you can guarantee holes-in-one. Existence starts to drag. I put myself into prison f

There was Captain Peter Moore, a small man, Dalí's business manager, on the end of a lead being led by an ocelot