"Used Lot In Tucson Arizonia"
I'm in Tucson, Aridzona, and the year is 1968. In
the hot desert sun the dry air is blowing the twelve
dozen American flags and the balloons with colored
banners, rippling gently in the wind, in unison.
Prices are painted in white on the windshields. The
autos make a colorful collage as a spectacle that
any passers by can see. The lot is full of antiquated
machines waiting to be purchased. They are as obsolete
as the world of people who want to buy them. It's
45 years later and nothing in the world has changed.
Still a mystery to itself, part of a great hoax
perpetrated by some used car dealer.
By J. Billet's 12.12.13.
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