Every neighborhood or town has one: the resident Crazy Lady. Maybe she has 40 cats or hoards junk in every room until she's confined to winding her way through a maze of trash.
Our neighborhood's Crazy Lady is largely unseen. She stands behind a thicket of untrimmed bushes, shrieking at the world when she's having a bad day.
On a good day, she decorates her trees with stuff like this:

Parts of this are actually kind of disturbing:

Euwww! Skull-printed black webbing! But the rest of the signage is in such happy colors:

I have no idea what she's trying to say. Not sure she does, either. But I do love the message at bottom of the sign:
"Be a cultural creative: Love/Evolve!"
Those are pretty wise words, whether you're off your meds, or not.
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