This is an Amazon tote tag. Amazon chuffer drivers pull up to the Mothership all day long and unload their vehicles onto us to deliver their shit those final fifty fucking feet. Many of their packages are schlepped around in over-oversized rectangular totes. Each tote is identified with tags featuring 3 or 4 digit numbers and QR codes. I keep my eye on the removable tags and poach the ones that speak to me. Bezos said it’s OK. Numbers like: 206, 111, 333, 509, 409, 666, 969, 420, 275, 480, 222, 707, 007, 999, 067 or this one just for today = 629. Taken out of context and put back in. I dropped this tag before the orange dots had dried a lot and smooshed a few of them. Toast tends to fall jelly-side down.
This is a page from an insufficiently addressed alumni magazine from some school somewhere I do not recall. It spoke to me so I plucked it from the pile of recycling to upcycle. Maybe you saw its cameo in my 25624 schpiel. Maybe you saw it in your alumni magazine because you went to school there. This woman was tossing a rescued & recovered bird into the air. Now she’s tossing Zero Seven. Fly. Be free.
This is a marketing postcard from a store in Seattle featuring old old old school Fugen Bosatsu artwork. The card was insufficiently addressed presort-standard and chucked to recycle when I plucked it and added a few dot-a-lot dots as Fugen telepathically suggests to his trusty white elephant that they head over to Big Time for a few pints. The elephant thinks “that’s exactly what I was thinking”. This postcard inspired me to learn more about Fugen Bosatsu.
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