I almost got hit by a car to take a picture of this one, so you’re welcome. This one is on a roundabout just off of Pine, on 14th. As I’ve stated before, I’m not one for corny sign interventions, but somehow this works. I suppose it has something to do with the colors—the bright yellow of the sign pops against the green of the trees surrounding it. Also the back of that sign is a ripe canvas for errant sticker artists. I peeped the tag near the index finger and this sticker comes to you courtesy of SubSpace which is either a Lynnwood comic shop or a sex dungeon. Honestly, this salute works for either if ya know whadimeen 😉 I hope this one stays up for awhile.
Sticker Patrol DOES NOT, I repeat, DOES NOT condone shitting on people’s heads even if the surface looks ripe for the pooping. And deserves it. Shit play is really intense and probably wouldn’t be the first thing I’d do to Big Daddy Bezos, but by all means, fantasize how you please. I initially stopped because I thought the doo-doo pile on his head was his exposed brains because I was stoned and far away. Maybe he has shit for brains? In any case, this puppy was deep in the belly of the beast in South Lake Union, but now I’ve peeped them all over.
This sticker flock is literally my brain whenever my brain isn’t going “TITS TITS TITS TITS TITS TITS.”
I wonder which sticker was there first—I’m assuming “NO NEW CONDOS” just because its angle seems more random, like someone just slapped that sucker up there while walking down the Ave. “NO CONDOS BUT MARIE KONDO” is nearly level, thoughtfully placed beneath the chaotic neutral energy of the sticker above. The Kondo one is funny but a bit obvious if I’m being real!
As always, if any of these stickers belong to you, please email me at jkeimig@thestranger.com.
