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i shall wonder if these are really real people's teeth...

very nice, but so empty and alone.

i was in a state hospital in paugkeepsie ny. i was 10 years old. diagnosed as hyperactive. you want to know what went on?.. you are druged and straped in a bed til you get in a coma like state. your awake. you can move but you dont want to. otherwise you are forced to take thorazine that makes you pass out. then your half awake all day. they tie you to a bed or a chair if they even think your up to somthing. i was not insane. it was a mental disorder of allways needing to move around. even home i tosed myself back and forth to sleep. at that age there. your allways afrade. with all those people around you that are insane.. i did not belong there. my parrents couldent aford anything else. there are more horrors i did not put here. take it from me. do what ever it takes to stay out of a place like that. if you end up in there. do all you can to get out. i still have the mental scars to this day from being there. you do not want to end up in there. the first step to stay out of those places is to see a doctor at home. its there job to keep you out of them. by finding the problem befor theres no turning it around..

I like those old sinks but they are a bit creepy. Old toilets, urinals and bathtubs are creepy too but they are fun to look at. Where are you Debbie? I miss you

Those beds do look new like they could be used again

Those are very old. I saw one of these recently in NJ at what was once a military base. Its still in use. Very interesting to see them.

you know...that windows really not that far away....hehe

jim huddles in the corner, staring at the box on the ceiling.
"It talks, it talks but only when i tell it to..." he tells a friend to his right.
The examiner behind the "mirror" jim is huddled against shakes his head and walks across the room to the mic. "patients 1799 through 1809 report to the window please"
Jim glances at his wristband and leaps up giggling...
i told it to, yup.....

The colours make the place look almost friendly...

..he told them he wasn't supposed to hit, but they made him anyway...that nice lady was really mad, and now he's back here...its all their fault.
its their fault...

How can anyone put the fun into funerals?

I remember nap. The wood shop teacher was Mr beruby when I was there. We had a song for him "busy as a bee Mr. Beruby" And Jeff Golds____ got the skin pealed off his arm in the printing press.

I also remember the abandon shacks Scott Landry ran through the walls and took a couple down. We used to eat the black berrys that grew in the ditch were we used to play kick ball to the left of the fenced in area.

Does anyone remember the grave yard and all the broken china that was way out back down the trail by the water tower on the hill.

i use to play man hunt at tweed

I know nap bounepart - (?sp) died quite a few years back.

i would love visit one the places before they are all torned down