Gargoyle’17 Dance Hall

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.