Like the remnants of a satin-rouge carpet, shredded by a T. Rex and foraged for the Pterodactyl's nest, "Funny Dancers" seems old but can really cut a rug. Assembled posthumorously from red construction paper and copper wire, "Funny Dancers" hangs together, on its best days, like a forgotten electrical fire. "Funny Dancers" was, in fact, first spotted on the bluff; jigging between rocks at Albany Bulb; only to slip, melancholic, into the sea. When it washed up again, long-toothed and full-bodied as a Hans Christian Andersen hallucination, the locals went to work. The thing was declawed; the weird bits salvaged and rendered for head cheese, until all that remained was a wet pair of chucks -- relatively unspoiled and dangling, contemplative, from a strawberry-hair door hinge on the outskirts of Ocean View.
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