reads like:falling off the page bad

"set before a backdrop of ha
lloween blood, cheap dollar store picture frames
, and a flaming mannequin drowning in Hello Kit
ty pink quicksand amidst a p
ost-apocalyptic desert-oil-spill-fire-scape :as if to 
suggest: the artist were stuck in the millennial co
nsumerist nostalgia
 and political turmoil of the oughties and never quite
 picked up a newspaper since, the artist, dressed all 
in black, a faded bla
ck, :as if to suggest: that it had been plucked out of 
0000000000her own suburban mall goth high scho
1111111111ol closet leaving an air of mystery, a hint 
of autobiography, 
if you will, 
among 
the mockery of apolitcal post net aesthetics 
(the joke she found on her way to balenciaga, this writer assumes)