84 Comments Posted by deafangel

I may be mental, however, I do know this is a light fixture....it is right? <giggle, hicup, hicup>

<giggle> you guys crack me up about this soap dispenser thing! That would have be one gob of liquid soap to come out of that dispenser!! They wanted people spic and span!

That sketer looks like he may be hungry or plain out thirsty for whatever is in that fridge. Is that actual size of that sketer? If so, i prefer where I am in southwest Georgia, because our sketers are tiny but can lay a bite! Now, gnats, we are always waving gnats away from our faces in our neck of the woods, and many strangers that come traveling by thinks we the most friendly town because of all the waving we do!! So I guess one can say that the gnats makes us very hospitable! This is one kewl shot!

Please forgive me of my typos. I cannot spell correctly sometimes.

I like watching movies that are of hauntings and old fashioned ghost stories. I do not know how I truly feel about death. I have had close encounters with death...my mom in 1998, my dad in 2000, and my husband in 2001, and even the death of my hearing in 1999. Death is not pretty at all, and it can have multiude of emotions. Detah can also have its humorous episodes as the case of my mom. She was late to her own funeral because the hearst driver got confsued and went to the wrong church or something. I like visiting old abandoned places shuch as these photos of Motts, not to gawk, but out of deep respect for the people who used to be housed in these places. They had wants and desires same as us, and since I was locked up for a time in a state hospital, I can well imagine what went through many patients' minds. My main questions was, "would I ever get well enough to leave?"

I do not believe in ghosts and or hauntings, however, I just like sacring myself silly, so I pretend there are haunts, however, how do I know what is on the other side of us in this spectual plane. Respect and awe is what it all means to me. Many people have their own opinons and ideas and perspectives. However, thinking that death is cool is not my cup of cola. I repesct it because sooner or later, we all have to face that portal when our time comes. In the mean time, I like living and visiting places...in pix only...like these of Motts here on his sites! It keeps theses places alive!!! Sorry, this is just me and my thinking!

I had to stay in a state hospital for a month and a half for self injury, and so much had a profound effect on me. from that day forward I have been facinated with old abandoned mental facilities. I love talk about the history of such places. I am told if I do not get my act together and learn how cope with my severe anxiety I will wind back into that state hospital for a longer haul. Anyone feel free to email me with comments and just idle talk. My email is deafangel4706@aol.com

This pix is awesome! The reflection is as if you could walk on it, seems to be solid glass floor. The left wall with the insulation hanging out is such a contrast to the rest of the decor.

sometimes some comes inside a forum just to make snide comments and then leave never to be heard of again. It is best when one insults is to ignore. Since we read the forums and not listen, it best let it in one eye and out the other!!! That is my moto since by the way I am profundly deaf.

I think this pic is sensational. My late-husband wanted to paint our home a dark green to blend in with the outside scenery. Of course I rather injoy a variety of colors. Maybe the people who painted the Danvers wanted it to blend in, or they painted the tree to blend in with Denvers. they gave the tree srawberry juice so it could transform from a green tree to a red one. This is so crazy...hehe

I wish they could restore Danvers and make it a museum like they did to USS Alabama battle ship and submarine. I mean, it would be cool to restore it has it originally was, and open to the public and even make a small skit for the tourists. Oh well...it was a nice dream though!

i had a dream once after coming home from the mental hospital. In my dream was a bathroom, and in this bathroom, the ceiling was flaking and mold, slime, and green algea was growing on the walls. Rodents started coming after me, and that was when I woke myself up screaming. I have toilet-phobia (those that are in parks, and old buildings!).

Is it my eyes deceiving me, or does that look like wheel tracks on the floor? I can imagine a lone ghost in a wheel chair strolling along in the empty orridors of time. Or an employee strolling a corpse for its last ride toward the morgue.

this pix is so thrilling. Makes one wonder about what can be down in the cold, dark, and dank basement. Isn't the basement where many mental and medical facilities used to house the morgue?

Oh, the reason why I was committed, my beloved husband hot killed in 2001 and this sent me into a spiral downard into deep depression and anxiety. I developed self-injury and this was what caused me to be committed, and these photos makes me think of the hospital I was in for a month.

Even though I was in a hospital here in south georgia, it still makes me remember things I had hidden deep in the recesses of my mind. Looking at these photos of Motts, it is good therapy in itself! Thanks Motts.