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haha looks like a step latter to me... but i guess therapy works

So sad. I used to visit this park many times every summer as a child. Love the shots, but sad to have learned of its demise this way. Looking at the pictures did bring me back though. Sent the link to my brothers.

Shepherd Pratt started all their renovations- destorying the past, what the hospital originally was like- pulling up carpet on units, taking away the stained glass- taking all of the history out of it just to make money with an adolescnet "retreat" ward (the retreat is for rich people that don't have safety issues and aren't locked in- they come and go as they please (only on the grounds i pressume) But yeah, i remember when it was a beautiful place with lovely architecture (sp?) and wide hallways and a bigger living room with couches instead of individual chairs like they have on the new unit. okay, enough rambling about SP...

This one is in the Furey Ellis auditorium (large auditorium).

what building is this staircase in?

How far did the water come up to? The shopping cart?

I'm suprised to find that there is no hole in the other boiler room wall.

I really really dont like stairs that turns like this one. u never know whats behind the corner... *creepy*

Is there a price on that one?

"Hey Clarice, im gonna tell you a secret" ... man thats not nice ;)

WOW! I never knew they made cribs for adults. That's so cool and creepy at the same time.

Ceilings with tiles are pieces of shit. The ceiling tiles in my school gym always fall.That reminds me when these boys were playing basketball. One boy bounced the basketball hard as hell. The ball hit one of the tiles and the tile came falling to the floor. I think he slid the tile under one of those foldable bleachers.

Did that crap really work? It looks like all it did was give someones fat a massage!

To me it looks like it was attacked and the only weapons that were used were bombs. It sort of looks like a war zone.

I DO think it's sad that people will form their images of groups based on the extremes. I think that to work with people that the rest of the world has rejected, it takes alot of commitment to your job. When you become detached enough from the world it becomes a very real thing, the amount of freedom you have. It feels as though nobody cares about you, and nobody WILL care about you unless you either look at them the wrong way, or break the law. It's a sobering feeling knowing that you're the only person you can depend on. To know that there are people out there who will give their time and energy to help those whose friends and family have given up on, it's one of the most encouraging things one could know. I've BEEN close to the bottom. Well, at least enough to have that feeling of fending for oneself in an apathetic world. I've wound up in a homeless shelter before, and the first night I was there, I slept happy knowing that I wasn't sleeping alone in an alley with my stuffed animal for security. I was actually around people that were there to help. Of course there are those who just help others for money, and the select few horror stories of abuse, but there are also those that work because they care about the people. I'm rather tired at the moment, and droning on, but the previous posts sort of triggered a thought and response. It does bother me how ignorant the general public can be about others, simply saying things they've heard others say for sake of conversation. Like people without cars that use gas prices as a conversation starter... My appriciation to the people here who help the hopeless for a living.

Almost like that should be a TV screen. I'm expecting Dr.Killjoy to appear and give some advice to Torque.

(See: The Suffering)