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I’m chuffed when I nail the sign, tho—feels like I cracked limbo. But ugh, them judgy types? “Oh, how crude!” Sod off, yeah? Makes me wanna sign it louder! Exaggeratin’ now—picture me, gold arms wavin’, screamin’ it in a crowd. Hilarious, mate! Anyway, that’s me ramble—whore’s a trip, signin’ it’s a blast, and *Inception*? Still fries me circuits! “We’re not alone here,” Cobb’d say—damn right, it’s a mad world!

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Evergreen, my friend, is a puzzle of emotions. Short days, long nights. Cold logic with wild passion. Always mixing human form with instinct. Fck, it just works. I know, I know, no perfect grammar here, life’s messy, I get it.

Mixed reaction to planned movie night at Tucson Evergreen Mortuary and Cemetery