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As a whole I would agree that graffiti cheapens and destroys, but a few of my favorite photos on the site involve graffiti. The angels stairway ascent to the devil, and the snoopy rock formation. Let's not forget that freaky ass, 4 eared bunny, which itself is a form of patient graffiti. However, physical destruction of walls and objects does ruin the natural idiom of decay and abandonment.

is it haunted

Looks like the Chemistry Lab at my college...... We used the "air chamber" for very odorous chemicals

I thought of The Ring when I saw this as well. I keep expecting that freaky little beyatch to come through my comupter monitor.

Lonley and decrepit ths object does lie
I push and I pull and I really do try
exhausted and weary I give up the fight
Is this for soap or is this really for light??

deafangel, don't worry about your spelling and structure; we all understand you just fine! You make a lot more sense than some of the other people who post on here. :)

please excuse my bad speling and word sentence structure.

this pic creepy much. My brother-in-law is mortician in middle Georgia and he can tell some great strories pertain to coffins and the deceased. Al his bedrooms has child coffin crates made into bedside tables. he and his wife very wealthy indeed. He says he is never out of a job.

I'd rather have a bottle in front of me...than a frontal-

http://www.ship.edu/~cgboeree/lobotomy.html

Ah yes, June 18th, 1979. I remember it well. I, a boy of but 13 years, virgin and innocent. It was a warm, lazy monday and the Red Sox had just beaten the Tigers, 9-8. The Yankees had hired Billy Martin as their manager, for the second time around. The US and the Soviets signed the SALT II treaty, which limited each side's nuclear weapons. But I was too young to know what that meant. All I knew was that Louann Fernald was named Playmate of the Year, according to my fathers poorly hidden Playboy. Also on that day, tragically, I could not find my Van Halen album, the really good one with Running with the Devil. It wasn't until June 25th that I had learned that my sister had borrowed it, without permission, and that someone had sat on it in the back seat of her brand new Pacer. The day, poetically blackened on the calendar above, still invokes angst and pain. Damn you Motts for making me relive June 18, 1979!

Oh, Demon's Alley. This is/was about 20 minutes away from me. It was a rather popular place to go in high school, either before or after going to the neighboring Clinton Road on a Friday or Saturday nights. There are a lot of legends about this place, makes me wish I was there more than just once.

This is one of the coolest and creepiest places I'd ever considering taking a liesurly stroll thru. Thx and happy hauntings!

It seems a painting...

Im amazed that this place hasnt been battered, if this where in my area, although it may be abit of a shame i wud have been in their painting it every day.

Why 'wisteria'..?