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walking through the big flea market off of highway 19 north of Tampa looking for whatever and something curious and kitsch or campy merchants selling in the parking lot used blenders and old cameras burnt out or faulty devices DVD cases and game cartridges old rednecks shout out opinions in a cacophony of drawled signifiers representing visions of despotic rulers reigning a tyranny of taxes and decline old glass containers and windshields shine scattering high afternoon sunlight in the Sunday sky sitting and resting used and content waiting waiting for the wear and reduction of time the market continues into indoor aisles criss-crossing within a ramshackle structure plywood walls supporting sheet metal roofing an aroma of every greasy food wafting into one people wrapped in worn fashions whites in Ts and denim muslim women in headscarves a black deputy strapped down in uniform the deputy enforces commerce laws around the alternative marketplace a variety of commodities are still available bongs and e-cigs and incense and **** **** parakeets cry out down one aisle a stack of blue aquariums drone a bubbling hum the stench of cedar and rat **** and hamsters reptiles basking in the arid glow of heat lamps all is right in America’s America the flea market is the floorboard of that promise an opportunity for anyone to begin or start again and over and over a liberal conservatism can be guarded well with rifles or tazers at bargain rates a conservative liberalism is applied openly in the atmosphere of everyone for anything and everything the dream of the flea market a black market and a carnival all of America’s cheap art on display its people swirled into one equal in their struggles and desires reaching for resources and derivatives buying low and selling higher stealing and selling short walking through the big flea market on a hot and cloudless Sunday afternoon looking for whatever or something it’s a fun thing to do originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/27/2014
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
flea marketing
walking through the big flea market off of highway 19 north of Tampa looking for whatever and something curious and kitsch or campy merchants selling in the parking lot used blenders and old cameras burnt out or faulty devices DVD cases and game cartridges old rednecks shout out opinions in a cacophony of drawled signifiers representing visions of despotic rulers reigning a tyranny of taxes and decline old glass containers and windshields shine scattering high afternoon sunlight in the Sunday sky sitting and resting used and content waiting waiting for the wear and reduction of time the market continues into indoor aisles criss-crossing within a ramshackle structure plywood walls supporting sheet metal roofing an aroma of every greasy food wafting into one people wrapped in worn fashions whites in Ts and denim muslim women in headscarves a black deputy strapped down in uniform the deputy enforces commerce laws around the alternative marketplace a variety of commodities are still available bongs and e-cigs and incense and **** **** parakeets cry out down one aisle a stack of blue aquariums drone a bubbling hum the stench of cedar and rat **** and hamsters reptiles basking in the arid glow of heat lamps all is right in America’s America the flea market is the floorboard of that promise an opportunity for anyone to begin or start again and over and over a liberal conservatism can be guarded well with rifles or tazers at bargain rates a conservative liberalism is applied openly in the atmosphere of everyone for anything and everything the dream of the flea market a black market and a carnival all of America’s cheap art on display its people swirled into one equal in their struggles and desires reaching for resources and derivatives buying low and selling higher stealing and selling short walking through the big flea market on a hot and cloudless Sunday afternoon looking for whatever or something it’s a fun thing to do originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/27/2014
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
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