Smiling faces crackled onto peeling Kodak paper. Used up soft offers given as shouldered burdens by anti-ableist illiterate nonmakers. Take her gum wrapped present in hand. Holding that sucked 20 years from bubbling on any bed in a scheduled municipal demolition day. Nana’s Republic is into main street bell ringing all the way from here until Dad shows me I am. Huh, whatcha thinking? That’s low for a shopper like you. Artists make it from bottom to top. My goodness! I don’t know, summer is right near 2018.