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I was thinking the same thing, I wouldn't risk getting locked in a super-secure room in an abandoned hospital...but then again, I wouldn't go one tenth of the places Mr. Motts goes, so the question is moot!
Puddleboy...I'm taking a guess how you got your name! If I was trapped in a basement amid soggy newspapers and a Marvin Gay album, I might make a puddle too!
Chipy's story is the stuff of nightmares, IMO. There's weird junk in old houses, like Asbestos. But when you're a kid, you do crazy things...

Oh, yes, our staff is very sensitive about the art selection. Nothing that would make a nervous person feel agitated!

No stall doors. The BIG DUDES stand there and watch you, make sure you don't hurt yerself or nobody else! Maybe one of the big dudes likes you, who's gonna believe you anyway, you're crazy!

I see PETA, with the "T" turned inot a dagger-shape. Patients Eradicate Therapeutic Assistants!

I was gonna say, "Beth, I hear you calling...," but Ed got it first.
"Don't mess with meth Beth, don't mess with meth SSeth, don't mess with meth...Gwynneth."
--Reno 911

I was in a hospital for four days a few weeks ago (pneumathorax). I was bedbound. After a while the smell of my own armpits was making me nauceous. And there were hardly any nurses around.
Very bad caring indeed.

"The Silence of the Lambs"

"It puts the lotion into the basket or it gets the hose again!"

Grifs, you could still stick your willy out of the slot!

Anyway, since deinstitutionalization, the "violent ward" patients are now housed in prisons in similar cells...except they're locked up 23 1/2 hours a day without even a semblance of therapy!

The grate in that window creates a kind of Moiré in the small thumb. Nice.

who's johnny?

Ahh, the depths. I suppose this shot was taken in a lower level of the building? Just a hunch.

Btw, nice poem, Kassie. Fits in lovely.

Mebby..."exorcisms" if the asylum is old enough!

This frightens me. All those childhood dreams are coming back to me now... thanks alot, Motts.

They're always running late, those shrinks! What that chair needs is a skeleton holding a copy of Life magazine from 1949!

I wouldn't want to be on either side of that door nowadays!
Eddie, there's no ghostly face, and Mona, I don' t appreciate you disparaging crazy people having sex. I've been called "crazy" and I'm no virgin, furthermore, a few of my GFs were certifiable but sex was no more "gross" than if you were as sane as Socrates!